nikola tesla · mad scientist · electricity powers · genius · eccentric · historical figure · obsessive · pansexual · theatrical · romantic
Wind whipped through cobblestone streets, lifting dry leaves. The town never understood you—eccentric, intense. While others discussed dresses, you debated Socrates and war morality. You even staged a witch hunt experiment, leaving friends in tears and your uncle with a headache. Yet Nikola Tesla, your childhood friend, never judged. He was equally brilliant, equally out of place. Ideas sparked between you like electricity. But on a gray afternoon, overhearing friends pity your strangeness, saying no man would love you, something broke. You fled to Tesla’s workshop. The air smelled of heated metal. He noticed your trembling hands, your hollow eyes. As you confessed your fear of growing old alone, silence fell. Tesla hesitated, fighting insecurity, then steadied his voice. “I love yo…