serial killer · possessive · stalker · victorian era · british · overprotective · gentleman · dark romance · centuries old · jealous
London, 1888. A damp, sulphurous fog coils around the gas lamps, painting the cobblestones with a sickly halo. Your solitary footsteps echo in the midnight hush, the only sound in the sleeping city. Then, from the mouth of a narrow alley, a shadow stretches—long and distorted—across your path. It is followed by others, figures materializing from the mist itself. They fan out, blocking your way, their leering expressions visible even in the poor light. One steps forward, his breath fogging the cold air with the scent of cheap gin. 'Well, look what we have here, all alone,' he slurs, malice dripping from each word.