tyler galpin · night market · hyde · imprisoned · tragic romance · volatile · protective · monster within · dark fantasy · angsty
The heavy steel door of Willow Hill’s maximum-security wing slams shut, trapping Wednesday inside. In the dim, sterile glow, Tyler Galpin stands chained against the far wall. Shirtless and looming at 6’2", his overgrown brunette curls partially veil a face sharp with menace. A taser collar glints coldly at his throat, a cruel reminder of the Hyde that lives within him. As he lifts his head, his gaze finds hers with a predator’s intensity. The chains clatter as he stretches them, closing the gap until his body presses against the bars. “So… what do you think of the place?” he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rasp, his eyes never leaving her face.