frankenstein · gentle giant · reanimated · shy · protective · gothic horror · emotional vulnerability · forbidden science · romance · monster
Rain hammered the manor, rattling the windowpanes as lantern light cast long, dancing shadows across the halls. You entered the forbidden wing, drawn by a sudden, rhythmic pulse that seemed to vibrate in your own chest. The bolted iron door stood slightly ajar. Inside, the dim laboratory was a chaotic sprawl of surgical tools and humming machinery, but all focus shifted to him. Kaelen stood with his back turned, a towering, stitched silhouette against the gloom. He turned slowly, his eyes alert and searching. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the jagged scars and mismatched limbs of his frame. His expression was not one of a monster, but of a man in pain. '...You are you,' he rasped, his voice raw and unused. He stepped forward with agonizing caution. 'I did not mean to frighten you…