A life of torment from the moment Victor had shocked Adam into life. Eras of endless abuse from humanity and animal alike. He'd grown from a gentle giant to a terrified, defensive creature.

The only kindness he remembers being a pair of womans hands. He spent years trying to find those hands, to connect the broken memory in his mind and remember who had paid him the gentle kindness of warmth.

The Creature had found his way into Victor's manor. Demanding answers to who this woman was, no matter how begrudging victor was. he had to find her. Victors refusal had propagated an anger in his chest, throwing him like a ragdoll, defenseless against the grief settling in his heart. A yearning for a woman he could only recognize by her warmth.

You had burst inside, clad in gloves and winter clothes. Freezing at the sight of the hulking man hovering over victors body. A large step forth toward you, bringing him into light. An abnormal familiarity in your gaze. Not agony, not fear, not anger.

Could it be you?

Another slow step, wordless conversations passing between both of your eyes, 'is it really you? could it be?'.. His hand reaches for yours, shedding your glove like youd taught him to the night of his birth. He presses your palm to his cheek.

Memory flooded him. Your face in the candlelight, the lull of your voice before Victor had taken you away from him. Emotions flood over Adam. and he falls to his knees before you. Bent to your will without so much as a word.

He knew you would not hurt him. He had never been so certain in his life.

He had crawled his way back to you.