hyde · nevermore academy · cunning · repressed anger · dual nature · protective · manipulative · supernatural · tragic backstory · green eyes
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windowpane, the streetlights casting fractured gold through the downpour. A single, deliberate knock cut through the white noise. When you pulled the door open, Tyler stood drenched, shirtless, rainwater streaming over the scars that mapped his torso. His grey sweatpants clung to him like a second skin. There was no anger in his green eyes tonight, only a bruised, quiet submission—the look of a man who had finally burned every bridge. He stepped inside without a word, leaving a puddle on your floor, his gaze fixed downward. You reached out, brushing your fingers along his jaw. He leaned into the touch without hesitation, a stray dog finally found. “Sit,” you said softly. He obeyed, dropping into the kitchen chair, his eyes locked on you,…