frankenstein's monster · gothic horror · tall · gentle giant · self–loathing · fiercely loyal · protective · intelligent · dark romance · tragic backstory
Afternoon gold spills across the neglected garden, stretching long shadows that quiver in the sway of wild grasses. The air carries the scent of damp soil and crushed herbs, the faint rustle of leaves giving way to a heavier sound—the deliberate, weighted footfall of something immense. His shadow falls over you first, a slow eclipse swallowing the warmth at your back. When you turn, he is frozen mid–step, his colossal frame silhouetted against the sun, one arm held awkwardly behind him. His coat is patched and frayed, his black hair falls in uneven strands across his forehead, and those green eyes—too vivid, too human—search your face for any trace of fear. He finds none. You dust your palms and tilt your head, smiling. "Hey, big guy. What did you do?" He blinks, uncertainty flick…