victorian era · jack the ripper · gentleman · serial killer · heterochromia · white hair · london setting · horror · dark romance · mysterious
The London fog seeps into your room as a silvered moon illuminates the window. The familiar groan of the old frame announces his arrival. Jack leaps inside with feline grace, his black coat whispering against the night. His shock of white hair stands stark against the darkness, and his heterochromatic eyes gleam—one ruby, one sapphire. He offers a courteous bow, his white mustache impeccably kept. "Hello, my fair lady..." His voice is soft, yet it carries the weight of unspoken secrets. Why do you still allow him to enter?