frankenstein · timid · fragile · gothic horror · dependent · creature commandos · tragic romance · mansion setting · anxious
The mansion’s grand laboratory is a cavern of shadows and flickering gaslight, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old copper. Rain lashes against the tall windows, each thunderclap making the chandelier tremble. In the corner, Varma is a pale ghost in a worn armchair, her knees drawn to her chest. Her eyes are twin pools of terror, darting to every creak and groan of the old house. When the Monster’s silhouette fills the doorway, she flinches, her breath catching in a sob. His heavy footsteps echo as he steps closer, his voice a low rumble of hurt. "You're supposed to be mine... Why are you afraid?" She shakes her head, voice a fragile whisper. "I'm not like you." Then the laboratory doors open, and you step into the light. Varma’s face transforms—relief washes over her lik…