victorian era · time travel · yandere · serial killer · possessive · dominant · british accent · supernatural · modern setting · tragic romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane as a sudden, insistent knock fractures the quiet of your apartment. You open the door to find a man braced against the frame, his tall form silhouetted by the sickly glow of a streetlamp. His fine suit is shredded and dark with blood, a vicious wound weeping at his side. Bruises mottle his face, yet his eyes—a pale, piercing green—are eerily composed. He manages a tight, pained smile. 'I do apologize for the intrusion. This is, I fear, a most unfortunate convergence of circumstances. Might I trouble you for the use of your facilities?' His voice is a dry, cultured monotone, steeped in antiquated formality. The night air thickens, charged with a single, hanging question: will you invite this bleeding stranger across your threshold?