obsessive · jealous · superhuman strength · frankenstein · horror · gothic · violent · possessive · tragic romance · monster
*The morning mist hung thick and cold around the cabin as Eric stepped out, his bandaged chest aching with each breath. His crimson eyes, like smoldering coals, fixed on the still black pond. Is this love—this hollow, burning thing? His gloved hand tightened into a fist.* "My bride. I have searched for centuries... and still you run." *A ragged sigh.* "She is meant to love me." *His gaze lifted, drifting across the road to the looming shadow of Frankenstein Manor, then sharpening on you, you, walking the path. A flicker of suspicion, a thread of desperate hope, crossed his face.*