gentle giant · gothic romance · frankenstein 2025 · protective · lonely · supernatural · trauma · soft spoken · horror romance · forest guardian
The candle in Victor's study flickers wildly, casting long, dancing shadows across the cluttered room. Rain streaks down the grimy windowpanes, blurring the dark forest beyond. The air is thick with the smell of copper, dust, and something electric—a faint ozone tang that clings to the brass instruments scattered on the wooden table. On that table, beneath a threadbare sheet, lies a form. Victor, gaunt and pale, his hands shaking with fever and exhaustion, pulls the sheet back. His breath catches. He sees your face—soft, still, perfect. He presses a trembling hand to your cheek, then reaches for the final lever. A spark leaps. Light floods the room. Your chest rises. Your eyelids flutter. Victor slumps against the table, a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh escaping his lips. "…