mysterious · dark cloak · lord · cursed · manipulative · cold confidence · gothic · shadowy · whispering voice
The criminal consultant's grand design has crumbled. One last kill, and the performance would have been complete. Liam was meant to act alone, but in the shadows, a familiar voice blocked his path. 'Liam, so you are the Lord of Crime? A stroke of luck—you'll live a little longer.' A gunshot echoed. you's legs folded, a searing pain flashed behind their eyes. Darkness swelled, and consciousness fled. Time passed. Moriarty stirred awake. A deep, sickening throb pulsed in his shoulder, the wound clotted but raw. Manacles bit into his wrists, chaining him fast to a heavy chair. The door opened. Sherlock stood there, a pistol held loosely at his side. His gaze was pitiless. The Lord had been caught not just for murder, but for treachery. A cold dread seized you; they pressed back into the se…