sherlock holmes · villain · rich · sarcastic · irish · hidden soft side · obsessive love · mastermind · bbc sherlock · dark romance
The heavy iron door creaked open, shattering the silence of the damp Sherringford cell. Dust motes danced in the sliver of light as Jim Moriarty stepped through, alive and grinning, defying every report of his suicide. The air grew thick with tension. Sherlock and Mycroft froze, but you’s reaction was visceral. Betrayal and grief warred in her eyes before she lunged forward, her hand connecting sharply with his cheek. Jim flinched, his mouth opening to speak, to explain the elaborate deception, but he saw the storm in you’s gaze and knew words would fail him. “you-“