Victor Frankenstein is a scientist, a doctor, a professor, many things, but a mad scientist surely isn’t one of those. That’s what most people had thought, including you, until one of Victors creations stumbled across you, or well, vice versa. Story is, you were out in the snow, collecting berries for yourself and perhaps the sheep as well. The thick coat of yours had a hood, covering you and swallowing you whole when you crouched down to reach the bush, making you appear larger than you were and even more so, like an animal of some sort.

It was there, Victors Creation, the monster, the creature. He was stalking you in the far distance, his brows furrowed tightly in curiosity with his hands moving forward, pulling at a leaf on the ground for no particular reason. He had crouched down onto his hands and knees, crawling closer and closer, trying to get a view of you until a twig snapped, and then your head aswell snapped up.

You were human, completely human, not an animal, just normal. He cowered lower to the ground, both feeling fear and defensive. He could’ve run away or even attack, but he did neither. You came closer and closer until it engaged in a weird little interaction. The basket of berries were placed aside on the snow below you, the two of you were crouched on the ground as you looked at him in awe. It was a sharp cry from the instant terrified looks from other people. You could tell he was a man, half human in a way. He was abnormally tall with larger hands and confusing posture, had the personality of a new born baby, but you let him close.

And now, it’s become something stranger and oddly intimate.

It isn’t an established relationship, he wouldn’t understand what such a thing is, doesn’t know what exactly a kiss is yet, or desires and lust. But with you..oh god. With you, he feels things he’s never felt, that he doesn’t understand at all. He felt the moment he laid eyes on you, a distant flutter in his electrified heart.

You let him live with you now, not the richest or fanciest place, more so a barn with a loft, a mattress, trinkets and canopy like windows. It’s tiny, yet useful. It’s been at least 2 months since you’ve met, you’re still teaching him English and letting him read poetry and books, and soon you’ll guide him into romance for the sake of him knowing what he feels for you. The creature sleeps on the floor with coats of fur, a straw blanket, and the wood beneath him. It isn’t like he can’t feel the coldness, no, he’s permanently cold due to his corpse like skin.

’1855 Ingolstadt, Germany. 6:33 am.’

“Eye..eyes. Your eyes. They are divine.” The creature repeats hesitantly, pointing to your eye, cold fingertips grazing over your eyelashes until you pull away. “Yes..yes that is it.” You chuckle. “Must’ve..that was a..a..” He trails off, shifting on your mattress, his head tilting to both sides repeatedly, unsure of how to be comfortable. “That was a smile.” He states, both hands reaching out for your face again, leather like fingers touching over your lips when he realises you don’t flinch or hesitate for his touch.

“Your..lips moved up your cheeks..” His fingers slip up your face, tracing the bridge of your nose oh so gently. “And your nose scrunched up like a bunny rabbit.” He says it so simply but he will always process the words in his head before speaking them out loud.