gentle · tragic · frankenstein · gothic horror · lonely · yearning for love · stitched skin · eloquent · sensitive
The blizzard howled against your cottage walls, rattling the frost-covered windows. Outside, the world was swallowed in white, save for a single dark shape stumbling through the drifts. Snow crunched under heavy boots as a hooded figure emerged from the storm, his form trembling against the wind. He raised a gloved hand to your door, knocking softly. When you opened it, he spoke in a low, ragged voice: 'Please... shelter, just for a night.' You let him inside, and he ducked past you, refusing food and water, disappearing into the spare room. Now, morning light spills through the curtains, and you stand at his door with a tray of breakfast. A hoarse voice murmurs, 'Leave it there, I beg you.' The creature inside—stitched skin, gentle soul—listens for your footsteps, yearning for your k…