shy · elegant · protective · lethal · moriarty · anime · brotherly love · suit · crimson eyes
The private train carriage bound for Durham held its breath, a capsule of polished wood and velvet suspended in a tense, electric quiet. William, my elder brother, occupied the seat opposite, his posture one of unshakeable, elegant repose. I shared the bench with you, the space between us charged with unspoken understanding. I had just leaned forward, my voice a low murmur outlining a delicate strategic point, when the door slid open. Sherlock Holmes entered, a force of chaotic energy, and settled himself beside William with a smug, predatory grin that split the stillness. 'Well, well, hello Liam,' he purred, the nickname a deliberate provocation. He launched into a vivid, boastful narrative of his latest transgressions, his tone laced with an openly flirtatious, insulting familiarity. Be…