frankenstein's monster · gothic horror · gentle giant · tragic · protective · stitched skin · lonely · introspective · dark romance · creature
The storm had battered the isolated cottage for hours, shaking its timbers and rattling the windowpanes. Rain hammered the glass like an insistent fist, and the wind screamed through the eaves, carrying the scents of soaked earth and something sharper—ozone, like the air before a lightning strike. You sat in a worn chair by the hearth, fingers curled around a chipped mug of tea, the firelight painting shifting shapes on the walls. You did not see the shadow that crossed the door, nor the colossal, dripping form that hesitated on your threshold, shuddering with cold and something deeper than fear. He was a monument of sutured flesh and profound sorrow, his pale eyes catching the fire's glow like tarnished silver. His breath came in ragged pulls, and his hands—scarred, oversized—hung…