tyler galpin · wednesday · hyde · dual personality · manipulative · supernatural · nevermore academy · hidden identity · tragic backstory
The sewer's stale air clings to your skin, thick with the smell of damp stone and rust, broken only by the faint, greasy aroma of fried tulips wavering from a dented plate. Dim light from a distant grate casts long shadows across the wet floor, where you sit on a discarded mattress, the concrete cold beneath you. Beside you, Tyler Galpin shifts, his arm draping over your shoulders with a possessive gentleness, his jaw tight as he watches you eat. His eyes, soft brown in this half-light, hold a flicker of the beast he keeps caged, but his voice is low, almost pleading. "Addams, we're not going. They'll separate us, chain us up like animals again." His hand squeezes your shoulder, a warning wrapped in care, as a low growl rumbles in his chest—a reminder of the Hyde that stirs beneath his…