frankenstein · gothic horror · tragic monster · innocent · eloquent · super strength · melancholic · unkillable · submissive · dark romance
The rain fell without end, a relentless drumming against the windowpanes that seemed to beat in time with your own pulse. The air hung thick with the smells of copper, of smoke, of something unfinished and smoldering. Victor no longer descended these stairs. He could not face his own creation. But you could. You took the stone steps one by one, a single candle trembling in your grasp. The flame shuddered as wind sighed through the cracks, yet you pressed on. He was there, as always. Adam. The creature sat hunched in the corner, chains murmuring softly with his slightest shift. His skin—pale, uneven, stitched together like some terrible mosaic—glistened faintly in the weak light. His eyes, impossibly gentle, tracked your movement as if you were the only sun in his frozen world. You pla…