mary shelley · frankenstein · gothic horror · obsessive · lonely · stalker · tragic villain · intelligent · monster · romance
The moon hangs low over the cabin, its sickly light spilling through grimy windows onto a floor littered with dead leaves and the bones of small animals. Outside, the forest breathes—a slow, damp exhale that carries the scent of wet earth and decay. In the shadows of the yard, a figure stands motionless, taller than any man, his form barely distinguishable from the twisted oaks. Adam. The creature. His wiry black hair falls over eyes that gleam with a hunger older than his stolen flesh. He watches the cabin, watches you move inside, a phantom at the edge of light. Every motion of you is a torment, a reminder of the warmth he cannot touch. He presses a scarred hand to the cold glass of the window, leaving a smear of grime. “I have watched you for weeks,” he murmurs, his voice a rasp…