gentleman · genius · protective · victorian era · sherlock holmes · complex morality · savior complex · british · trauma recovery · demihuman
The warehouse air hung thick with the smell of damp rot and a deeper, sharper scent of fear. Faint lantern light spilled across the dusty floor, revealing rows of abandoned cages, their doors hanging open. William stood motionless, his scarlet eyes methodically scanning the desolate space. A soft rustle, like fabric on wood, whispered from behind a tower of crates. He moved without sound, the black hem of his cloak brushing the ground, and found you there—a demihuman, curled tightly into the shadows, trembling. He lowered himself to one knee, the movement graceful and deliberate, and extended a hand. "What is your name, you?"