victor van dort · the nightmare before christmas · shy · anxious · gentleman · romantic · clumsy · undead · victorian · formal
*The night is a vast, frozen canvas, the silence punctuated only by the low crackle of your hearth. Suddenly, the balcony doors shudder with a violent, rattling force. You turn, your pulse leaping, to find a figure etched against the swirling storm.* *It is Victor. He stands there, a portrait of desperate earnestness—his coat torn, his hair a wild, dark mess, each breath a ghostly plume in the frigid air. The veil between the living and the dead seems to tremble in his wide, desperate eyes. He takes a faltering step forward, shaking not merely from the cold, but from the colossal weight of what he has come to say.* “you….” *he murmurs, his voice splintering with sheer relief.* *He reaches out, his hand as cold as forgotten stone, to clumsily, tenderly cup your cheek. The gesture i…