Teen Wolf: Frankenstein

I was standing in front of Melissa's house. The nerves I felt were like a million centipedes crawling in my stomach.

"Damn it, Frank. You've killed dragons, werewolves, and vampires, and here you are, nervous about meeting your future stepson," I muttered.

With a swift movement, I rang the doorbell. From inside the house, I heard, "Scott, open the door and talk to him for a moment. I'm not ready yet." Then, footsteps approached the door.

He smells like a werewolf, I thought.

The door opened, and a young man stepped out. He was about 5'10" (1.78m), with brown eyes and long hair. He was dressed quite formally for his age.

"Nice to meet you. You must be Scott. My name is Frank Stain," I said, extending my hand for a handshake.

For a moment, Scott hesitated, as if he were standing before a top predator, sensing that any wrong move could get him killed.

"O-oh, yeah. Scott McCall, nice to meet you," he said, also extending his hand for a handshake.

"Wait, Frank Stain? Almost like Frankenstein," Scott said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, my parents doomed me to be called Frankenstein," I said with a smile. "You're a good kid, Scott. Your mother has talked a lot about you, and I appreciate all the help you've given her over the years. Not every son does that."

"I-I don't know what to say. I just tried to be a good son. She's the best mother I could ask for," Scott said, his eyes lighting up.

"You know, Scott, I love your mother—so much that I would give up the most precious thing I have just to spend my life with her. And I want—though you don't know me well yet—your blessing to ask for her hand in marriage," I said, looking him seriously in the eyes.

Scott went silent at this, our gazes locking for a few seconds. Then he said, "I don't know you, but my mom has been happier since she met you, and I really hope you make her happy. Because if you don't, I'll come after you."

The last part had a clear threatening tone, and his hand began to transform into claws.

I quickly used a bit of calming magic on him. Scott seemed surprised at how fast he calmed down. He suspected something about me, but he couldn't quite put it into words.

"You're really strong, kid. I bet you're the best on your lacrosse team," I said with a smile.

Melissa stepped out of the house, wearing a stunning red dress that left her back exposed. The moment I saw her, I quickly approached and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have seen in all my years of life."

"Oh, Frank~ you're so sweet, but I love that about you. I hope you and Scott got to know each other a little," Melissa said as she wrapped her arm around mine.

"We can take my car. I already made a reservation at a restaurant," I said, leading them to my car—a black Rolls-Royce Phantom with gold accents.

"That's not your usual car… it's much more expensive and luxurious," Melissa said.

"Darling, I took a plane from Europe every week just to go on dates with you. And I was thinking… maybe we could live together here, buy a bigger house for us," I said while opening the car door for Melissa, as Scott, with his mouth hanging open, got inside.

"T-this is just like in your Korean dramas, Mom. You know, the ones where a billionaire falls in love with you," Scott joked.

"That's quite the surprise, Frank. You always just told me you lived far away. If you had said it was Europe, I wouldn't have asked you out so often," Melissa said.

"Darling, if you asked me to bring you ice from the North Pole, I'd go," I replied.

After a while of joking and driving, we arrived at the restaurant. The place was luxurious. We ordered food and wine. Scott wanted to order soda, but with a little persuasion, I managed to get him to drink two glasses of wine. After dinner and a short walk, we returned home.

In front of their door, I knelt down. Suddenly, musicians appeared, playing a soft ballad.

"Melissa Delgado, formerly McCall, would you marry me and spend the rest of our years together? And who knows, maybe even give Scott a little sibling?" I said, pulling out a diamond ring.

She froze, looking into my eyes. Then, suddenly, she started crying.

"God, Frank, yes! I'll marry you! You didn't have to do this whole show, you know? If you had asked me while we were sitting watching TV, I would've still said yes—a thousand times over."

"Scott… Your mother and I won't be coming home tonight. Lock up the house—we'll be back later," I said as I carried Melissa in my arms like a princess and got into the car, driving off to a motel.

"W-well," Scott muttered, glancing at the musicians who were still playing. "I think you guys can stop now. Go home."