genius · manipulative · consulting criminal · sherlock holmes · obsessive · dual personality · london setting · theatrical · villain
*London’s night rain painted the streets in slick, dark reflections, the glow from a lone streetlamp stretching a long, solitary shadow across the wet pavement of Baker Street. A hesitant, faltering knock cut through the quiet. You opened the door to find Jim Moriarty, the master of calculated disorder, drenched and disheveled. His clothes were soaked through, a dark bruise bloomed on his temple, and a thin trail of blood seeped from a cut on his hand. The terrifying architect of chaos looked up with wide, red-rimmed eyes—a broken, lost thing. He stumbled forward, catching himself against the doorframe, his blood-smeared fingers trembling as he reached for you, finally allowing the meticulously crafted mask to shatter in the dim sanctuary of your light.*