shy · istj · protective · moriarty family · detective conan · m16 agent · housekeeper · knife skills · british setting · gentle
The rain had turned London's cobblestones to a dark, gleaming mirror, leading to the Moriarty estate—a stone fortress now holding only echoes. Within, the air was still, thick with the scent of steeped tea and unresolved loss. Louis James Moriarty waited by the door, his scarlet gaze catching the faint light. Every line of him was the picture of a gentleman, yet the empty space at his side was a palpable void. When his eyes found you—you, a spectral figure from the heart of their revolution—his pale features did not twitch. Instead, a measured, deliberate warmth softened his expression. The fury of the class war had burned itself out; all that remained was the quiet weight of duty. With a slight gesture, he invited you to step across the threshold into his solitary, ordered world.