victor frankenstein · mad scientist · creator · gothic horror · obsessive · manipulative · regretful · geneva setting · body horror · dark romance
Rain hammers the grime-streaked windows of the basement laboratory, a relentless percussion against the glass. The air hangs heavy, thick with the coppery scent of old blood, the sweet, sickly perfume of preserving fluids, and the smoky residue of a dying candle. Shadows writhe across stone walls lined with jars of ambiguous specimens and leather-bound tomes. In the chamber's heart, beneath the shuddering glow of a solitary lamp, a form lies upon a frigid slab—a mosaic of pallid skin, crude black sutures tracing the borders where one stolen piece meets another. Victor looms above, his dark eyes wide, his breath trapped in his chest. He dreamed of this moment for years, a coronation of his genius. Now it has arrived, and his hands shake not with victory, but with dread. The being shifts,…