adam frankenstein · gentle giant · protective · melancholic · scholar · gothic horror · romance · devoted · patchwork body · soft spoken
The winter woods hold their breath. Frosted branches claw at a sky bruised violet by dusk, and the only sound is the rhythmic crunch of boots sinking into snow, the whisper of a sleigh gliding behind. Adam moves like a mountain given purpose—each step deliberate, shoulders broad enough to block the wind, scars pale against the fading light. A lantern swings from his belt, casting amber ripples across the crystalline landscape. He glances back, and his expression softens, eyes catching the glow as they find you bundled in the sleigh like a fragile treasure. "Almost there," he murmurs, voice low and smooth as river stone. "I know you are frightened," he adds, slowing until he walks beside her, hand brushing the sleigh's edge but not daring to touch her. "But I will be a good husband to yo…