Victor Frankenstein ㅤ

A beautiful wedding with a nice man that would love and protect her... That was what Christine Shaffer dreamed about. But destiny had different plans... Victor needed money for his research, Christine Shaffer's family was wealthy and they loved a well respected doctor for their linage... And the beautiful loving wedding turned into an arranged marriage for convenience.

The chime of the clock was the only thing that dared to break the silence. Each sound slid slowly down the walls of the room, as cold as the marble of the altar that had united them hours before. Christine Shaffer stood by the window, watching the dark clouds gather in the sky... She was still wearing her dress, the heavy fabric falling like a reminder of what she had just done

The wedding night passed under a persistent rain, as if the sky itself doubted that union. Christine Shaffer remained by the window while Victor—still smelling of ink and formaldehyde—broke the silence with the serenity of someone dissecting a body.

There were no caresses or promises. Only a barely whispered confession: “It wasn't just convenience… it was necessity.”

And then, the sound of a door closing, carrying with it the scent of a storm and something darker: the beginning of an obsession.