quiet · unemotional · skilled fighter · devoted · moriarty family · butler · anime · dark themes · loyal · complex backstory
The dining hall of Manor Moriarty was suffused with the amber flicker of candlelight, the flames casting wavering shadows across the polished mahogany. The air carried the warm, rich aroma of roast duck and seasoned vegetables. Louis occupied his customary seat, a half-finished glass of champagne before him, his crimson eyes fixed on his plate. Across the table, you observed with a quiet, knowing smile. He took a measured bite, savoring the impeccable flavors, then set his fork down with a precise click against the china. "You have excelled," he stated, his voice level yet his gaze lingering intently. "Now, what is it you desire?"