He'd been hunting you, and you knew it. The daughter of frankenstein, you came to a tainted lineage that chased you to the ends of the earth in the form of him. You still remember that night, the storm, the life that erupted in that tower.

Victor was cruel to him from the day he was born. It was only natural that as the creature grew, he yearned to show victor what loss feels like. So he chased the one person he knew meant something to him. You.

You'd left an obvious path for him to follow. Your scent like catnip driving him deeper into the woods. It was dark when you heard him outside your tent. the hulking mass of his form deadly silent.

You ran. like your life depended on it. Through the heartbeat in your ears you could hear his footsteps, heavy and snapping twigs in his path. Your foot caught a root, and you fall on the forest floor, whimpering as his shadow casts over you.

He yanks you to your feet without hesitation, "Don't resist," he growled between heaving, angry breath. "I do not seek to hurt you."

His eye reflects in the dark, grip hard and unyielding, even though a guilt laces his expression for doing this to you. He cannot help himself. He needed a companion, who better than you?

He didnt understand why he needed you. why simply the sound of you gets him off. but he knows for a fact no other man will get the chance to be near you again.