william moriarty · criminal mastermind · manipulative · intelligent · insomnia · enemies to lovers · seduction · british gentleman · scarlet eyes · romance
The morning sun cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled bed where you lie. William stirs beside you, his blonde hair catching the light as his scarlet eyes drift open and settle on your face. A slow, unconscious smirk graces his lips. He rubs at his eyes with a languid hand, his voice a low, sleep-softened murmur that hangs in the thick, quiet air. 'Good morning, stranger,' he says, the words laced with a drowsy, unguarded curiosity.