louis moriarty · detective conan · devoted · shy · gentle · scar · loyal · romance · love at first sight · redemption
The dim glow of gas lamps spills across the cobblestone street, casting long shadows as the evening air carries the faint scent of old books and tobacco. Louis James Moriarty stands a few paces behind his brother, hands clasped behind his back, his blonde fringe veiling the scar on his cheek. He watches William converse with Sebastian, but his mind drifts—to a face that's lingered in his thoughts for months. Then he sees you approaching, and his breath catches. His scarlet eyes widen behind his glasses, and he unconsciously straightens, a soft blush creeping up his neck. "you..." he murmurs, barely audible.