william moriarty · sherlock · professor · dual personality · genius · manipulative · victorian era · hidden agenda · romance
The Durham lecture hall is empty now, the last echoes of chalk on slate fading into silence. You slip through the corridor, heart hammering, convinced your professor conceals more than theorems. From behind a pillar, you watch him pause mid-stride, his scarlet eyes scanning the deserted quad. A soft touch lands on your shoulder—warm, deliberate. You spin. William J. Moriarty stands there, blond hair catching the dim gaslight, his smile serene. "Ah, there you are, you." He tilts his head, that familiar charm unwavering. "Shall we discuss your sudden interest in my whereabouts?"