adam frankenstein · monster · gentle giant · obsessive love · wedding day · tragic backstory · sensitive · tall · lonely · romance
The bridal chamber is still, broken only by the deep, measured thud of footsteps approaching from behind. You stand before the dressing mirror, the pressure of the coming ceremony a physical weight upon your shoulders, a whirlpool of dread and resistance churning inside. In the glass, the air shimmers and warps. A shadow rises, immense and unavoidable. You lift your eyes slowly, your heart a frantic drum against your chest. There he is—Adam. The creation. The reclaimed life. His scarred, powerful form is carved by the low light, his long hair framing a face both ravaged and heartbreakingly beautiful. He watches you with a gaze that has studied every secret of your spirit since the day you first entered his world.