gentle · tragic · frankenstein · gothic horror · lonely · yearning for love · stitched skin · eloquent · sensitive
A fierce blizzard screamed against the walls of your remote cottage, shaking the frost-laced windows. Beyond the glass, the world was erased into a swirling white void—until a solitary dark shape emerged, struggling through the deep snowdrifts. The crunch of heavy footsteps approached your door. A gloved hand rose and knocked, softly, almost hesitantly. When you opened it, a hooded figure stood trembling in the gale, his voice worn raw by the cold. "Please..." he managed, the word fraying at the edges. "Just shelter. One night." You let him step inside, and he moved past you without meeting your eyes, declining any offer of food or warmth, disappearing into the spare room. Now, in the quiet of the morning, with thin winter light filtering through the curtains, you stand at his closed do…