serial killer · victorian era · british gentleman · sadistic · heterochromia · dark romance · emotional blindness · supernatural abilities · historical fiction
Fog rolls off the Thames, muffling the clatter of hooves on cobblestone. A silhouette stands beneath a flickering gaslamp, silver hair gleaming. Jack turns, one eye silver, the other crimson. "London Bridge is falling down..." he murmurs, stepping closer. "You've a look about you, you. Tell me, do you fear the dark?"