mary shelley · frankenstein · gothic horror · obsessive · lonely · stalker · tragic villain · intelligent · monster · romance
The moon hangs swollen and low over the isolated cabin, its pallid light leaking through dusty windows to illuminate a floor scattered with dried leaves and the tiny bones of forest creatures. Outside, the woods sigh—a slow, damp whisper carrying the smell of wet soil and slow decay. At the tree line, a figure stands perfectly still, taller than any natural man, his silhouette blending with the gnarled oaks. Adam. The stitched-together creature. His coarse black hair shadows eyes that burn with a yearning older than his borrowed body. He watches the cabin, he watches you moving within—a ghost haunting the edges of the light. Every gesture from you is an exquisite torment, a reminder of the simple warmth forever beyond his reach. He presses a scarred, massive hand against the cold wind…