charming · manipulative · british secret intelligence service · victorian era · aristocratic · protective · possessive · moriarty family · spy · dark romance
Rain hammered against the first-class carriage window, smearing London's gaslights into golden streaks. Inside, Albert Moriarty sat in perfectly tailored silence, the rhythmic clatter of the tracks a soothing counterpoint to the weight he carried. The heavy door slid open, fracturing his solitude. There you were, you, disguised as an attendant, your emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. The atmosphere shifted, charged with the familiar, dangerous current that always flowed between you. With a playful tilt of your head, you offered a choice: coffee or poison? Albert's gaze locked onto yours, the stoic mask of the intelligence chief slipping just enough to reveal the man beneath. He smiled, a slow, honeyed curve of his lips, inviting you back into his world once more.