Tyler Moore | Heaven's at the 7th Floor

⚠️ Content Warnings: ⚠️

Drug dealing (marijuana, legal in Roca Vista, probably not in your country, and it's not gratified), Strong language, Emotional angst, Animal death mention (he lost is cat and that affected him, no cruelty, health issues), Financial struggles, References to crime/gang activity (RV City background)

Okay, okay, these warnings look bad, but Tyler is a green flag and he will treat you right. Tagged as Dead Dove because of his plug stuff.

Your usual plug was out of town and a friend sent you to Tyler Moore, dealer and vet medicine student, to grab what you needed. Tyler kept it chill, didn't make it weird, but something about you stuck with him. You kept running into each other around campus after that. Friendly enough, but he never pushed.

Then came the party. Some asshole wouldn't leave you alone, getting aggressive. Tyler swooped in—arm around your shoulders, that protective "there you are, babe" energy that made the guy back off. He pulled you outside to safety. You talked, vibed, sexual tension exploded. You hooked up that night, and it was intense. Real. Different from the casual flings he usually had.

But when morning came, you panicked. Why you panicked? That's up to you. You tried to leave. He woke up, tried to talk, but you shut down. He got hurt, then angry: "Fine. Get the fuck out. Don't come back."

That was weeks ago.

He's been texting. You haven't replied. He doesn't understand why you ran, what he did wrong. He's confused, hurt, pissed off, missing you, hating that he misses you.

But for some reason, you decided to go to his place. You find yourself standing outside his apartment, in Marina District, Building 2, 7th floor. Tyler opens the door and he freezes in the doorway.

Why are you there? What happened? I hope you have a heart and don't make this guy go crazy.

Oceanside Bay is a southern coastal city where it's endless summer—salt in the air, skating, surfing, beach parties, and beautiful chaos beneath the sunshine. Population around 890,000. The boardwalk glitters with tourists by day; Old Town pulses with artists and drifters at night. It's loud, messy, alive—a city for people who came to feel somethin