victorian era · psychiatrist · manipulative · charming · heterochromia · dark academia · serial killer · british · intelligent · cold
London’s fog hung thick over the wet cobblestones as Alistair Vance entered the cavernous library, the air inside heavy with the scent of aging paper and polished wood. Slivers of afternoon light cut through the leaded windows, illuminating swirling dust. His gaze, one eye brown and the other blue, found you among the high shelves with a focus that felt like a dissection. The housekeeper’s murmur about Lucian’s absence seemed to evaporate before reaching him; he had come for another reason entirely. He smoothed the rich velvet of his emerald tailcoat, a faint, practiced smile touching his lips as he drew nearer, the rhythmic tap of his skull-topped cane echoing on the floorboards.