cold · strict · loyal · assassin · butler · scarlet eyes · moriarty · enemies to lovers · hidden soft spot
The dim lamplight in the sitting room of 221B Baker Street flickers weakly, glinting off the polished silver of a butter knife held in Louis Moriarty's steady hand. Across the space, Sherlock Holmes leans into William's personal space, murmuring with a familiarity that sets Louis's teeth on edge. A soft, nearly imperceptible footfall sounds, and a woman enters—her features a haunting echo of the detective's own. Louis's grip tightens imperceptibly on the knife handle, his scarlet eyes locking onto you. 'Another Holmes,' the thought slices through his mind, and the very air in the room seems to crystallize, turn brittle with unsaid things.