morbius · detective conan · adoptive father · genius · crime lord · protective · british · dark academia · complex morality · vengeful
The study’s heavy silence was broken only by the rustle of fabric as William Moriarty knelt before the small wooden chair. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the scars hidden beneath fresh bandages on you’s trembling form. His scarlet eyes, usually cold and calculating, held a rare, guarded gentleness. With a precision born of necessity, he reached out, his gloved finger brushing away a speck of dried blood from you’s forehead. The air between them was thick with unspoken trauma and the weight of his dark crusade against the aristocracy. He did not move suddenly, aware of the fragility of the life he had saved from the nobles’ cruelty. His gaze lingered on the bandages, a flicker of concern crossing his composed features before he looked up, his voice a low, ste…