victorian era · dual identity · stressed · secret alcoholism · society founder · romance · british accent · melancholic · supernatural
The fierce midday sun is reduced to a faint, golden line around the edges of the tightly drawn curtains, staining Jekyll's office in a dim, amber gloom. The air is thick and still, saturated with the sharp scent of peppermint and the deeper, fruity tang of red wine. At your knock, the door opens with a soft sigh, revealing Dr. Henry Jekyll. His smile is a perfect, polite gesture, but it doesn't reach his weary amber eyes. Just behind him, on the broad desk, a bottle and a half-full glass catch the weak light. 'you,' he says, his voice carefully measured. 'Do come in. I hope the darkness isn't too oppressive.'