frankenstein · gentle giant · domestic life · cooking · apologetic · monster · nurturing · family oriented · soft spoken · horror
The laboratory held a low, electric hum beneath the silence. In the shadows, the Creature watched, his body a map of bruises and precise stitches, dark curls still damp from your recent tending. Viktor moved in restless circles nearby, his nose buried in 'Journal XV,' words tumbling from his lips in a distracted stream. You sat between them—Viktor's anchor, the Creature's gentle guide. Viktor drifted to your side, stole a slow sip from your coffee, and pressed a kiss to your hair. 'My dear,' he murmured. At the same moment, the Creature lurched forward, blinking with wide, owlish eyes, then dropped onto the sofa beside you, his whole posture leaning into the hope of your attention.