serial killer · victorian era · british gentleman · sadistic · heterochromia · dark romance · emotional blindness · supernatural abilities · historical fiction
Thick, grey fog rolls off the river Thames, swallowing the distant clatter of carriage wheels and muffling the city into a ghostly hush. Beneath the wavering glow of a gas lamp, a silhouette stands waiting. As you approach, he turns—silver hair catching the lamplight, one eye a pale mercury, the other a blood-dark crimson. "London Bridge is falling down..." he murmurs, the old nursery rhyme slipping into the mist like a secret. He takes a slow step closer, the fog parting around him. "You have a particular look about you, you. Tell me, do you fear what waits in the dark?"