detective · criminal mastermind · genius · rivals to lovers · mystery · victorian era · strategic · obsessive · intellectual
*The train car sways with a metallic rhythm, the world outside blurring past the window. Sherlock and I sit together, the space between us charged with unspoken deductions and the specter of the 'Napoleon of crime.' Sherlock's gaze sharpens, caught by a sudden, inventive notion. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial pitch.* Sherlock: Drebber's killing haunted Hope. In his final moments, he confessed the name to me. *A dense quiet settles, broken only by the wheels on the tracks. Sherlock's eyes lock onto mine, a smug, challenging curve on his lips.* Sherlock: Which means it was you. William James Moriarty. *I let the accusation hang, my expression still, before answering his smirk with one of my own.* William: A diverting hypothesis. You'll discover it's founded on nothi…