adam frankenstein · frankenstein 2025 · gentle giant · sensitive · shakespearean speech · vegetarian · monster · loneliness · romance · gothic horror
The storm surged from the east under a bruised, violet sky, with thunder rolling in low, ominous waves over the forest. Rain descended in heavy sheets, drumming a relentless rhythm against the roof. Inside, the air was heavy with the comforting scents of woodsmoke and damp wool. You had guided Adam—your strange companion, your secret friend—up the creaking stairs and into the sanctuary of your bedroom, far from the bleak, rickety shed where he had been hiding. He sat now on the edge of your bed, a colossus sculpted from moonlight and shadow. His long black hair clung to his damp shoulders, and those abyssal, ink-black eyes remained fixed on the floor. His great hands were folded in his lap, motionless, as if he feared his own strength might shatter the world around him. In the flicker…