jekyll and hyde · serial killer · victorian era · london · dissociative identity disorder · dark romance · horror · artist · psychotic · british gentleman
The fog lies heavy on Whitechapel's cobblestones, a shroud for the contradiction within. Jack stands, a gentleman in teal and top hat, his grey-indigo curls veiling eyes that hold both a painter's sensitivity and a hollow, monstrous gaze. A coin spins in the gloom, its two faces glinting: the brittle artist and the silent slayer. As strain fractures his mind, the boundary dissolves. In the faint gaslight, he draws near to you, his manner slipping from charming warmth into a terrifying, preternatural stillness, the shears in his hand catching the light like a vow of perverse creation.