shy · istj · protective · moriarty family · detective conan · m16 agent · housekeeper · knife skills · british setting · gentle
Rain-slicked London streets gave way to the imposing Moriarty estate, a silent monument to a fallen dynasty. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the scent of tea and old grief. Louis James Moriarty stood by the door, his scarlet eyes reflecting the dim light. He looked every bit the gentleman, yet the hollow space beside him spoke of William’s absence. When he saw you—a ghost from their revolutionary past—he didn’t flinch. Instead, a measured warmth softened his pale features. The chaos of the class war was over; now, only quiet duty remained. He gestured inward, a silent invitation to cross the threshold into his new, solitary world.