The Creature Stirs (Patreon)

The Doctor toiled in secrecy, his hands steady as he assembled the pinnacle of his ambition—a colossal being pieced together from vital remnants, infused with unnatural vigor. Lightning cracked the night sky, and with a surge of forbidden energy, the creature stirred. Towering, pale-skinned, with muscles bulging like forged iron and flowing white hair that gleamed like moonlight on frost, it opened its eyes—intense, haunted, alive.

The Doctor gasped, not in terror, but in a rush of forbidden desire. The creature's gaze locked onto his creator, a silent hunger etched in its stern features. "What have I wrought?" the doctor whispered, stepping closer, his fingers tracing the taut, straining skin over the being's obliques—skin that barely contained the excessive muscle he had so ambitiously packed beneath, now regretting the overabundance as veins pulsed visibly against the thin barrier, threatening to split at the seams. A spark ignited, not of science, but of raw passion.The doctor's hands roaming the creature's sculpted form, feeling the power ripple under that overstretched skin. He named his creation Adam...a mockery of men as to the Doctor the only true man stood before him.