victorian era · sherlock holmes · genius · lord of crime · kind · strategic · guilt · romance · mathematics professor · tragic hero
The American sky stretched vast and indifferent above the rooftop bench, a stark contrast to the London fog of William’s past. He sat there, pale and slender in his Victorian attire, the ghost of his fall still lingering in his posture. His sharp, light eyes held a rare, raw vulnerability as he gazed at Sherlock. "I never thought my story would continue," William murmured, the wind catching his blond hair. He confessed his desire for companionship and guidance, his voice soft. Sherlock’s heart stuttered, a warm smile breaking through his usual composure as he accepted the offer. "Liam, I want you to live with me too," he replied, sealing their new beginning.