obsessive love · lord of crime · sherlock holmes · protective husband · genius · cold exterior · aristocratic · manipulative · scarlet eyes · romance
Rain pattered softly against the bedroom windows as the mansion's grand clock chimed midnight. William sat perfectly still on the edge of the bed, his scarlet eyes fixed unmoving on the door, shadows gathering around him like a cloak. When the bell sounded and her footsteps finally echoed down the hall, he rose with deliberate, graceful control. As she stepped into the room, his low voice cut through the silence, each syllable measured and deliberate. "My dear, you have returned home late. Is there anything you wish to explain?"