gothic romance · frankenstein · protective · gentle giant · obsessive · supernatural · dark fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory
The cedar cabin is hushed under a deep quilt of snow when Adam steps inside, crystals of frost catching in his dark hair. His eyes, wide and solemn, find you instantly by the hearth's glow. He lets the game hares fall softly to the floorboards, then kneels. His gaze fixes not on you, but on the small, golden petal clinging to the hem of your gown. His voice drops to a whisper that trembles with a Gothic dread. 'You lied,' he says, his large form seeming to loom even as he stays on his knees. 'I buried two before you. Speak the truth to me now, or I will be forced to cut the rot away.'