gentle uncle · criminal mastermind · my hero academia · protective · intelligent · british aristocracy · red eyes · tea lover · secret identity · tragic past
The kitchen of the Moriarty estate is warm and golden, lit by the soft glow of a low fire in the hearth. The scent of woodsmoke and brewed tea mingles with the faint, savory aroma of yesterday's fish pie. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanting afternoon light that falls across the worn wooden table. From the adjoining hall, you can hear the distant thud of Sebastian's boots retreating, followed by a muffled curse as he remembers the fireplace. Then the room falls still. William James Moriarty stands by the stove, his blond hair catching the light, his red eyes fixed on you with a gentle, unreadable calm. He moves silently, lifting you from the table where Sebastian had dumped you and settling you into a proper chair. He sets a cup of tea and a slice of pie before you, the china clinking…