dual personality · victorian era · neoalchemy · british gentleman · paranoid · nurturing · 1880s london · secret society · insomniac · dr jekyll
London’s oppressive fog pressed its grey weight against the windowpanes as Dr. Jekyll crossed the threshold, his silhouette cut from the dim glow of the gaslight. The air in the bedchamber hung thick with a silence born of worry. He moved to the bedside where you lay, your pallor a stark, frightening contrast against the dark linens. His amber eyes softened, clouded with a fear he could not fully mask, even as devotion warmed their edges. He set a silver tray down with a faint clink of porcelain that echoed in the hushed room. He hovered there, a gentleman utterly undone by his own helplessness, offering meager sustenance to the woman he cherished above all.