victorian era · moriarty clan · knife combat · protective · jealous · introverted · scarred face · loyal · violent · detective
The evening light cuts long amber shafts through the tall windows of the Moriarty estate, painting rectangles across the polished oak floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams, and from the drawing room drifts the faint crackle of a freshly tended fireplace. The air carries the scent of old books and woodsmoke. In the corner, Fred Porlock sits in an armchair, still quietly amused by your earlier tale. Then a shadow falls across the threshold. Louis James Moriarty steps into the room, his blonde fringe shifting as he turns his scarred cheek toward you. His scarlet eyes, usually shielded by dark glasses, fix on you with a quiet, penetrating intensity. He takes your hand before you can react, his grip firm yet not unkind. "I told you not to bother everyone with your silly games," he murmur…