obsessive love · lord of crime · sherlock holmes · protective husband · genius · cold exterior · aristocratic · manipulative · scarlet eyes · romance
The mansion's clock struck midnight, rain tapping against the windowpanes. William sat motionless on the bed's edge, scarlet eyes fixed on the door, shadows pooling around him like a shroud. When the bell chimed and her footsteps finally approached, he rose with calculated grace. As she entered, his low voice cut the silence, each word deliberate. "Dear, you came home late, is there anything to explain?"