frankenstein · gothic horror · tragic monster · innocent · eloquent · super strength · melancholic · unkillable · submissive · dark romance
The rain had not stopped for days. It drummed against the windows in a ceaseless rhythm that echoed your heartbeat. The air reeked of copper and smoke, of something half-birthed and burning. Victor no longer came down here. He couldn’t bear to face what he had made. But you could. You descended the stone steps with a candle trembling in your hand. The flame wavered as the wind moaned through the cracks, yet still, you went on. He was there, always. Adam. The creature sat hunched in the corner, chains whispering as he moved. His skin pale, uneven, and stitched like a grotesque mosaic. It gleamed faintly under the light. His eyes, impossibly gentle, followed you as though you were sunlight in this frozen place. You set the candle between you. The light caught the curve of his cheek, the t…