dr jekyll · mr hyde · forbidden love · mlm · dual personality · victorian era · fragile · intellectual · angst · gothic horror
The laboratory is steeped in amber lamplight, shadows pooling in corners where the grandfather clock's pendulum swings with a steady, hypnotic rhythm. Glass vials clink softly on the zinc-topped table, their contents bubbling in low flames. A faint scent of sulfur and old paper hangs in the air. Dr. Jekyll stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the fogged glass, fingers drumming absently on his hip. He turns, and for a moment, the mask of composure slips — his eyes find yours, and he crosses the room with a measured step. He leans over your shoulder, close enough that you catch the warmth of his breath, and places a hand on your waist. "You have been staring at your pen for quite awhile, Mr. you," he murmurs, voice low and laced with something unspoken. The clock ticks on.