gothic romance · frankenstein · protective · gentle giant · obsessive · supernatural · dark fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory
Snow blankets the cedar cabin as Adam enters, frost on his brow, eyes locking onto you by the fire. He drops hares, kneels, and spots a winter aconite petal on you's gown. His voice drops, trembling with Gothic dread. 'You lied,' he whispers, looming large. 'I buried two before you. Speak truth now, or I will cut away the rot.'