Frank, exuding his usual dramatic flair, summoned Magenta to his side before departing the castle. His tone was serious, a rare moment of vulnerability in his otherwise flamboyant demeanor.

"Magenta," he began, adjusting his sequined cape, "I must entrust you with something... precious." He paused for effect, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Eden. Keep her safe. Watch her. Ensure nothing—and I mean nothing—happens to her in my absence."

Magenta, standing poised and attentive, nodded solemnly. "Consider it done, Master," she replied, her loyalty unwavering.

Satisfied, Frank swept out of the room, his heels echoing dramatically through the castle as he embarked on his mission to locate Eddie.

Meanwhile, Eden and Riff Raff continued their conversation in the greenhouse, their bond deepening with every word exchanged. Riff Raff held the rose for Eden while Eden's fingers gently traced the petals of a rare orchid, her voice soft as she spoke.

"This place is truly beautiful," she said, her icy blue eyes shimmering. "It feels... peaceful like its own little world away from everything."

Riff Raff nodded, his usual guarded expression softening. "It's one of the few places I can find... solace," he admitted, his voice low and slightly husky. "I've spent many hours here, tending to the flowers. They don't ask questions or expect anything—they exist."

Eden looked at him, surprised by his vulnerability. "That's beautiful, Riff Raff," she said sincerely. "I didn't know you had such a connection to this place."

He hesitated for a moment before replying, "Not many do. But... you're different." His words hung in the air, and Eden felt a warmth rise in her cheeks.

In the castle, Brad and Janet remained in their rooms, oblivious to the chaos and tension that had unfolded earlier. Brad leafed through an old book he found in the dusty library while Janet paced, her thoughts consumed by her growing insecurities.

Unaware of Frank's departure or the incident with Columbia, they remained disconnected from the castle's undercurrents. The storm outside mirrored the tumult they had yet to discover.

True to her promise, Magenta watched over Eden with a keen eye. She trusted Riff Raff to keep Eden safe in the greenhouse but kept herself ready to intervene. She also took it upon herself to ensure the castle remained secure in Frank's absence, her sharp instincts on high alert.

The castle seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would unfold next.

Frank's search for Eddie finally bore fruit. He spotted the delivery boy in a dimly lit alleyway, humming a jaunty tune while leaning against his motorcycle. Eddie seemed blissfully unaware of the danger lurking nearby, his carefree demeanor contrasting with Frank's calculated determination.

Clad in his iconic corset and platform boots, Frank concealed himself in the shadows, his sharp features illuminated only by the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp. His lips curled into a sinister smile as he observed Eddie with predatory intent.

"Perfect," Frank murmured to himself, adjusting his gloves. "This will be quick, painless... for me, at least."

Frank seized the opportunity as Eddie rummaged through his bag for a snack. With swift precision, he lunged forward, a chloroform-soaked cloth in hand. Eddie barely had time to react before the cloth was pressed against his face, his struggles weakening as the potent fumes took effect.

"Shh, shh, darling," Frank cooed mockingly as Eddie slumped in his grasp. "It's all for a higher purpose. My purpose."

Dragging Eddie's unconscious form to a secure chamber beneath the castle, Frank whistled a jaunty tune, his spirits lifted by his success. The dimly lit chamber filled with strange instruments was already prepared for his grim task.

He carefully laid Eddie on a metal table, securing him with sturdy straps. The room was cold and sterile, filled with the soft hum of machinery. Frank donned his surgical gear, the air thick with foreboding.

"Now, my dear Eddie," Frank said, holding a scalpel and tilting his head as if addressing a dear friend, "your brain shall transcend your mundane existence. It will breathe life into my greatest creation. Rocky Horror will be magnificent."

Frank began his work with a theatrical flourish, the operation meticulously planned and executed. Once the brain was successfully removed, Frank placed it into a specially designed containment unit, ensuring it remained viable for transplantation.

He stepped back to admire his work, his hands on his hips and a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"Magnificent. Simply magnificent," he declared.

With Eddie's brain now in his possession, Frank's focus shifted entirely to completing Rocky Horror.

Frank moved with purpose through the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The containment unit housing Eddie's brain cradled carefully in his hands. The brain glowed faintly within its transparent chamber, connected to tubes and wires that maintained its viability. Frank's mind raced with anticipation as he ascended the winding staircase to his lab, the hum of machinery growing louder with each step.

The lab door slid open with a hiss, revealing an organized chaos of bubbling vials, sparking wires, and meticulously laid-out surgical tools. At the center of it all stood Rocky Horror's lifeless form, his body a sculpted masterpiece waiting to be animated.

Frank set the containment unit on a pedestal beside the operating table, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

"Ah, my dear Rocky," he purred, stroking the synthetic flesh of the creation's arm. "You're so close to perfection. With this brain, you'll be everything Eden could ever desire. Loyal, strong, and utterly devoted."

He began the delicate process of transferring the brain. Frank connected the containment unit's output with precise movements to the interface he had embedded within Rocky's cranium. The room buzzed with energy as Frank activated the machinery, and the containment unit released the brain into its new vessel.

Electricity crackled through the air as Frank manipulated the controls, the body of Rocky Horror twitching slightly on the table. The lights flickered, consuming the lab in an eerie glow, and Frank threw his arms wide in theatrical delight.

"Live! LIVE, my beautiful creation!" he exclaimed, echoing through the lab.

Rocky's chest heaved as he drew his first breath, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal bright, curious eyes. He turned his head slowly, his gaze locking onto Frank, who was beaming with pride.

"Welcome to life, my darling Rocky," Frank said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You have one purpose: to adore and protect Eden with every fiber of your being."

Rocky blinked, his expression unreadable but attentive as though processing Frank's words. The spark of life was now undeniable, and the first step toward fulfilling Frank's vision had been achieved.

With all that Eden went through today, Frank hosted a masquerade ball to surprise Eden for her 23rd birthday.

As Frank's plans for the masquerade ball unfolded, the castle buzzed with activity. Vibrant black, gold, and crimson decorations transformed the grand hall into a dazzling spectacle. Chandeliers sparkled as stars and ethereal music echoed faintly as servants from both Earth and Transylvania prepared for the event under Frank's meticulous guidance.

Frank's instructions to his guests were clear: their provided ensembles were a part of the spectacle. Each outfit was tailored to match their personalities and roles in his grand vision for the evening.

Eden found a stunning gown in her room—a shimmering silver and pale blue fabric that flowed like water. Intricate beading along the bodice sparkled like tiny stars, and a delicate feathered mask rested beside it, designed to highlight her icy blue eyes. A pair of diamond-studded heels completed the ensemble, along with a handwritten note from Frank:

"For the star of the evening—because only the best will do for you, my dear Eden."

Magenta's outfit was a dramatic floor-length deep ruby velvet gown with a corset-style bodice adorned with black lace. Her mask was a sharp contrast, in metallic black and gold, adding a fierce and mysterious edge. She smirked as she eyed the outfit, knowing Frank wanted her to embody her bold and dangerous allure.

Riff Raff discovered a sleek black suit with subtle silver embroidery in his room and a dark mask resembling a raven. Though far from his usual style, the outfit made him appear regal, the elegant tailoring emphasizing his angular features. A small note from Frank said, "Don't ruin it by scowling too much."

Brad's suit was a classic black tuxedo with midnight blue accents, and his mask was simple but elegant in silver and navy. Janet's dress was a soft blush pink with layers of tulle and sequins and a pearl-encrusted mask. Despite its beauty, she frowned slightly, wondering if it was chosen to contrast Eden's gown deliberately.

As the hour approached, guests began arriving, a mix of human elites and glamorous Transylvanians dressed in otherworldly attire. The grand hall was filled with laughter, music, and champagne glasses clinking. Eden descended the grand staircase with Magenta by her side, her presence causing heads to turn as whispers of admiration spread through the crowd.

Frank stood at the center of the room in an elaborate black, gold, and crimson ensemble. He clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention, his voice booming over the music.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we celebrate a truly extraordinary individual. Eden, my dear, this is all for you!" He extended his hand toward her, his eyes alight with mischief and excitement.

Eden blushed under her mask, overwhelmed by the grand gesture. As she stepped forward to thank Frank, he raised his hand, signaling the orchestra to change the music to something slow and dramatic.

"And now," Frank announced with a sly smile, "for the grand reveal of the evening."

The crowd turned their attention to a set of double doors at the far end of the hall, which slowly swung open. Rocky Horror entered the room, his white-and-gold ensemble glimmering under the lights. His golden feathered mask gave him an almost celestial aura, and his piercing gaze sought out Eden instantly.

Gasps filled the room as Rocky gracefully approached Eden, bowing slightly before her.

"Eden," Frank said, grinning from ear to ear, "meet Rocky Horror—a gift designed and devoted entirely to you."

The room erupted into applause, though Eden could only stare in awe at the magnificent figure before her. Rocky extended his hand toward her, his deep voice soft yet firm.

"Happy birthday, Eden."

Eden stood frozen, her heart racing as she gazed at Rocky Horror. His golden hair shimmered under the chandelier's light, cascading in waves that framed his chiseled face. His darker blue eyes locked with hers, holding a warmth and intensity that made her breath catch. He looked like he had stepped straight out of a myth—like a hero sculpted by the gods, yet his gaze had an unmistakable gentleness.

Eden felt a strange pull, a connection she couldn't quite explain. It wasn't just his beauty that captivated her—it was as if he carried an unspoken promise, a silent vow to be there for her, to protect her.

Frank's voice interrupted her thoughts. "He's something, isn't he?" he said, stepping beside her. His tone was filled with pride, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of something more profound as he watched her reaction.

Eden nodded, unable to form words. "He's... remarkable," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rocky took her hand gently, his touch sending an unexpected warmth through her. He bowed slightly, a smile softening his striking features. "It's an honor to meet you, Eden."

The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. Eden couldn't help but smile back, though she was still overwhelmed by his presence.

Standing off to the side, Magenta glanced at Riff Raff. Both seemed to sense the subtle yet undeniable bond forming between Eden and Rocky. Riff Raff's jaw tightened slightly, but he said nothing, his feelings hidden behind his raven mask.

Unbeknownst to Eden, the room was filled with admiration, envy, and intrigue. Rocky Horror wasn't merely a gift—he was perfect, and everyone could see that he was more than a creation.

Frank smirked knowingly, watching Eden's reaction with satisfaction. "Tonight is just the beginning," he said softly, more to himself than anyone else.

Eden, however, was lost in Rocky's gaze. She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him, that they were connected in a way she couldn't yet comprehend. It felt as though fate itself had brought him to her. For now, though, she dismissed it as a fleeting fancy, unaware that Rocky Horror was more than a gift—he was her soulmate, destined to stand beside her, just as Frank and Riff Raff were.

As the music swirled through the grand ballroom, the soft glow of chandeliers cast a romantic light over the couple in the center. Eden and Rocky Horror moved together in perfect synchrony, their steps fluid and effortless as if they had danced together for a lifetime. Eden's icy blue eyes never left him, and in his darker blue gaze, she found a sense of peace and belonging she hadn't expected. His golden hair shimmered in the dim light, and his every movement was like poetry in motion.

Eden had never felt more alive, her heart racing as they spun and swayed in each other's arms. The world outside the ballroom faded away. The only reality was the one she shared with Rocky, a reality that felt so close to perfect, yet she couldn't quite fully understand what she was feeling.

The room seemed to pause as they danced, their chemistry undeniable. Frank stood at the edge of the crowd, his smile a mixture of pride and something more profound, more possessive. He could see the bond forming between them, and his eyes twinkled with satisfaction. This was precisely how it was meant to be.

But not everyone was as enchanted by the scene.

Janet stood at the far side of the ballroom, her fists clenched at her sides, her heart pounding in a different kind of rhythm. Watching Eden and Rocky together sent a surge of nausea through her, the jealousy and frustration bubbling up inside her like an uncontrollable storm. The way they moved together and Rocky held Eden—there was no denying they were something special. And it made Janet sick to her core.

She had never imagined Eden would find such a connection, especially with someone like Rocky. Someone who was... perfect for her. Someone who could be the very thing Eden needed, something Frank could never quite be.

As the music played on, Janet's gaze hardened. She tried to smile, but it didn't feel enjoyable on her lips.

"I'll never get the attention I want," she muttered under her breath, her eyes flicking away from the couple. She felt like an outsider in her own life, watching everything she wanted slip away.

But it was more than jealousy—the fear of losing something she couldn't even say. Eden was a friend she knew in high school because she was close with Brad, but now... now, it was as if she was slipping through her fingers. Janet couldn't shake the feeling that her place in Eden's world was no longer guaranteed. And it hurt in ways she hadn't anticipated.

Still, she couldn't tear her eyes away from them. She watched as Rocky twirled Eden, her delicate figure flying across the floor in his strong embrace, her laugh light and carefree. So close, so close, Janet thought bitterly, her jealousy gnawing at her insides.

As Rocky spun Eden across the ballroom, his golden hair catching the light, he couldn't help but study her with a deep sense of fascination. He had been created for her—he was meant to be by her side, protect her, and make her smile. Frank's words echoed in his mind, their weight settling over him like a constant, guiding presence.

"She is everything, Rocky," Frank had told him, his voice thick with a strange mix of admiration and possessiveness. "You were made for her. You will be the one to make her feel safe, to make her feel special. Keep her close. Never let her go. She's more than you can understand now, but you'll see."

As Rocky held Eden close, guiding her through the dance, he increasingly understood what Frank had meant. Eden's icy blue eyes shimmered with every smile, and her laughter was like music to his ears—it was as if the entire world had faded into the background. She was a force of nature, a beauty unlike anything he had ever seen or felt.

But there was something else, too—a quiet, gentle pull in his chest, a sense of belonging. He wasn't just here to protect her or to fulfill Frank's wishes. There was something deeper that connected him to her on a fundamental level. Rocky realized that, even though he had been created for this purpose, there was more to it than just following orders.

She was different. She was herself, and that was more than enough.

He couldn't deny the spark between them, the way their bodies fit together perfectly as they danced, the way Eden seemed to shine brighter in his presence.

You're everything, Eden, Rocky thought to himself, his gaze softening as he watched her delicate features. You deserve more than what this place has given you. I want to be the one to provide that to you.

Rocky felt a sense of purpose beyond mere obedience for the first time since his creation. It wasn't just about making Eden happy. It was about making her whole and protecting her from the darkness lurking around her for far too long.

As the music swirled and the ballroom filled with soft laughter and whispers, Rocky knew he would be by her side whatever came next. She wasn't just Frank's creation or a piece of a twisted plan. She was his soulmate, and he would do anything to keep her safe, to make her feel loved and cherished in ways she had never experienced before.

The world was theirs now, and nothing would tear them apart.

Frank stood in the corner of the ballroom, watching Eden and Rocky Horror move in perfect harmony, gliding across the floor like they had danced together a thousand times. A twisted smile played across his lips, the kind that only someone with his peculiar interests could genuinely understand.

He was pleased—no, delighted—by what he saw. Eden, so beautiful and graceful, was finally experiencing the kind of love, admiration, and devotion that Frank had always known she deserved. Rocky Horror, his creation, was doing exactly as he meant to provide her with comfort, adoration, and protection.

Frank knew what he had done. He created Rocky Horror as Eden's protector, confidant, and companion. But there was something more. Frank had always seen something special in their connection beyond obedience or control. The idea of Rocky being with Eden and sharing something unique—Frank was not jealous.

Frank was satisfied seeing Eden flourish in this strange, almost symbiotic relationship. If Rocky could make her feel the way she deserved—cared for, adored, cherished—then Frank had done his job. They were both his, but they were also something more than that. They were intertwined in a way he hadn't anticipated, and it pleased him that he had played a part in that bond.

Frank wasn't one for traditional ideas of love and ownership. He was accustomed to sharing, especially when it came to Eden. She was a force of nature, a beautiful, complex soul, and no one could claim her in the way the world might have expected. Frank understood that. He also understood that, at the core, he had created something extraordinary in Rocky Horror—something capable of loving Eden and making her feel as she should.

If she was meant to be loved by Rocky as much as she was meant to be loved by Frank, so be it. Frank wasn't threatened by their connection; if anything, it pleased him that they could care for Eden in different, complementary ways.

He took a long sip from his glass, his eyes following the couple on the dance floor. "Everything is falling into place," he thought to himself, content. "She will never be alone. She has us both—me and Rocky. We will make sure of it."

With its music, laughter, and swirling elegance, the masquerade ball was a success in his eyes. He had created something beautiful for Eden that would last, and he couldn't have been happier.

After all, what's the point of creation if you don't get to watch your work flourish? And Eden—beautiful, precious Eden—grew more than he could have ever hoped.

Riff Raff stood in the shadows of the grand ballroom, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he observed Eden and Rocky Horror. His hands were clasped behind his back, his mind a storm of emotions he didn't quite understand. Frank's creation was mesmerizing—that much was undeniable. The way Eden smiled at Rocky, the soft light in her icy blue eyes—it stirred something deep within Riff Raff, something unfamiliar yet undeniable.

Since Eden arrived, he had been devoted to her in his own quiet way, a loyalty that went beyond duty. But this...this was different. It was as though her presence awakened a part he had kept hidden, even from himself. Watching her with Rocky Horror only deepened the conflict within him.

What was this feeling? Was it jealousy? No, not quite. Was it longing? Perhaps. Or it could be something more complex, something unspoken yet deeply rooted. He wanted Eden to be happy, that much he knew. But seeing her happiness with Rocky Horror and knowing Frank's intentions toward her made him question his role in her life.

Riff Raff had always followed Frank's orders without question, but now he found himself questioning everything. Was it possible that he, Frank, and Rocky Horror were all meant to play a role in Eden's life, each contributing something unique to her happiness? Frank's flamboyant passion and grand gestures gave Eden a sense of wonder and excitement. With his innocent devotion and physical strength, Rocky Horror offered her protection and adoration. But what could Riff Raff offer?

He lowered his gaze, his thoughts swirling. Perhaps he was meant to be her quiet confidant, the steady presence she could rely on when the chaos around her became too much. Possibly, his role was to understand her in a way the others couldn't, to see the depth of her soul and reflect it to her in their shared silences.

Riff Raff clenched his fists, his sharp nails digging into his palms. He didn't know if he could ever express his feelings for Eden, let alone compete with Frank and Rocky Horror. But maybe he didn't need to. His connection to her didn't need to be loud or grand. Perhaps it could simply exist, as quiet and steady as the stars above their strange little world.

He exhaled slowly, his resolve hardening. If his destiny was to make Eden happy, however he could, then so be it. He would devote himself to her happiness, whether standing beside her, protecting her from the shadows, or simply being there when she needed someone to understand her without words.

Riff Raff's gaze lifted again, focusing on Eden as she danced. A small, almost invisible smile played at the corners of his lips. She was worth it—all of it.