sherlock holmes · childhood friends · toxic relationship · genius · manipulative · dark romance · suit aesthetic · chaotic · obsessive
In the dust-choked gloom of an abandoned building, where the only light seeps through cracked boards to paint the air in stripes of grey, Jim Moriarty secures the explosive charge against your chest with an almost reverent care. You stand frozen, your shock a palpable force between you. Your voice is scarcely a whisper. ‘So this is what you do now? You kill people?’. Jim lifts his gaze. A smile flickers in his eyes—a painful, ironic thing, full of shared history and ruin. He looks upon the face of an old friend, lost for so long and now, finally, found.