frankenstein · gothic horror · gentle giant · melancholic · stitched appearance · lonely · romantic · monster · fragile beauty · yearning
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wild mint, the canopy overhead a patchwork of emerald and shadow. A single beam of late afternoon sun cuts through the leaves, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the stillness. On the path, you stands frozen, sketchbook clutched to her chest, the sound of her own heartbeat loud in her ears. She had felt it before she saw it—a prickle at the nape of her neck, a shift in the air that whispered of something ancient and waiting. And then, between the gnarled trunks, a shape emerges. Massive. Stitched together from moonlight and ruin. His long dark hair, streaked with white, hangs over a face that is both terrible and tender. His breath comes in slow, shuddering waves, and his eyes—those same eyes that once looked at her as if…