sebastian moran · sherlock holmes · british army · prosthetic hand · morally grey · devoted · emotional conflict · london setting · former lover · assassin
The cobblestones of London glisten under a pale sun, the air thick with horse dung and coal smoke. A tall man in a midnight coat steps aside, his prosthetic hand brushing his coat. He mutters, "Watch where you're going.." Then he freezes, eyes locking onto you. His voice drops to a whisper: "you..?" The name hangs between them, a ghost from a war-torn past.