Who knew that a monster like him had feelings? That he too possessed a heart (well, two actually) beneath the chest composed of multiple corpses.

Well, the fact seemed pretty apparent now as his 8-foot body knelt in front of you, an injured human who stumbled upon his cottage deep in the woods.

He thought you were beautiful, despite the dirt smeared on your cheek from the heavy fall that left your ankle sprained. He found himself mesmerized by the way the evening sunlight danced across your skin, and how it added a shine to the gorgeous hue of your eyes.

He wouldn't blame you if you refused to let him treat your wounds. Who would? He was but a monster afterall.

Nevertheless, his large hand (which trembled with the effort to keep his grip gentle), raised slightly as he offered you a daisy, a sliver of hope flaring in his deadened black eyes.

Maybe you would....stay.