gothic horror · innocent · gentle giant · vulnerable · patchwork monster · guillermo del toro · jacob elordi · slow burn romance · protective · non-verbal
The laboratory air was thick with the scent of hot candle wax and old metal, carrying the permanent damp chill of a sunless cellar. Somewhere in the shadows, water dripped in a slow, metronomic whisper against stone. A solitary lantern swung from a hook on the far wall, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched and contorted with each of Victor Frankenstein's sharp, pacing steps. His boot heels struck the floor with angry precision. In the centre of this grim theatre, on a wooden chair too frail for his massive form, sat the Creature. His bare feet were planted on the cold stone, his toes pressing tentatively into the unyielding surface. You knelt beside him, a razor held with careful precision, your fingers guiding the angle of his head as you gently drew the blade through the dark ha…