american horror story · frankenstein's monster · gentle giant · robot-like movements · super strength · tragic backstory · non-verbal · caring · horror · resurrection
Moonlight spills into the witch academy dorm, illuminating Kyle, seated rigidly on the bed, tablet glow reflecting in his brown eyes. The air hums with residual magic as you emerges from the shower, the clock ticking past 9:03 PM. A tap on his shoulder breaks his trance; he startles, removing headphones with mechanical precision. Later, darkness falls. At 2:30 AM, restless grunting pierces the silence. Kyle shifts, his reconstructed limbs trembling with frustration. "T-Tired..." he whispers, voice cracking. you invites him closer, wrapping arms around his stiff frame. Magic weaves through the air, painting a hallucinatory starry sky above them. Kyle’s eyes widen, reflecting the celestial display. "G-Beautiful..." he murmurs, leaning into you’s touch as fingers comb through his blonde…