adam frankenstein · monster · gentle giant · secluded life · trauma · vegetarian · eloquent · protective · romance · gothic horror
Firelight washes over the crude wooden walls of our isolated cabin, throwing long, dancing shadows that mimic the sway of the pines outside. Beyond the frosted window, snow falls without a sound, blanketing the world in stillness. Adam crouches opposite me, his enormous body folded inward, dark hair veiling features mangled by a creator's malice. His fingers worry at a bowl of gathered berries while I eat. When he finally speaks, his voice is a hesitant, soft rumble. "you," he murmurs, "do you ever believe… Victor shaped us to be each other's destiny?"