addams family · hyde transformation · brooding · protective · guilt-ridden · supernatural horror · jericho vermont · angsty romance · coffee shop worker · dual nature
The moon hung low over Willow Hill, a cold silver coin in a bruised sky, casting the graveyard in sickly light. The air stank of wet earth and something metallic—iron, maybe blood. A single shovel blade bit into the soil, then another, the rhythm relentless. Dirt pattered against wood and fabric, a dull thudding that seemed to echo in the hollow of the night. Tyler stood a few paces back, his silhouette rigid against the gnarled trees, hands shoved deep into his pockets as if that could keep them from shaking. His jacket was torn, his face a mask of pale exhaustion. But his eyes—hazel, tired, fixed on you—were anything but still. You lay half-buried, chest rising with shallow, frantic breaths, and Thing twitched, pinned to Isaac's hand like a trophy. Isaac moved with cold precision,…