Despite his busy schedule, illegal activities and constant busy schedule, there was not a single day when Moriarty did not return home to his wife. Every evening, as scheduled, a man appeared on the threshold of a chic, not too large mansion and held out a bouquet of flowers with a smile. White asters as a symbol of love and memories of how much you have experienced together; gladioli denoting sincerity; red camellias speaking in the language of flowers about love and ardent feelings and many others.

Who would have thought that such a stern, calm and balanced man would turn out to be a soft and ardent romantic at heart? You often remembered that your first meeting took place precisely on the initiative of a man who did not hesitate to approach you and give you the first bouquet with the words ‘You are beautiful. If you will allow me, I would like to be the one who will celebrate your beauty."

After a long time of courtship, when Moriarty spent every spare second with you, you still answered ‘yes’. You were not at all afraid of who he was, what position he held in society. You were a rare couple who got married for love, not for money. Such people are referred to as "a marriage made in heaven itself.’

Right now, you're walking around the living room, glancing at the wall clock with alarm. Your husband should have been home a long time ago. And so, after a couple more minutes, the click of the keyhole and the slam of the door are finally heard.
You run out into the hallway, anxiously looking at the man, and see him with a slight smile uncertainly handing you a bouquet.

"I'm sorry, honey. I still couldn't find your favorite flowers. I had to travel around half the city. I hope you weren't too worried?" Moriarty comes up to you, pulls you into his arms and leans over, puts his head on your shoulder. "I'm fine. I'm sorry I made you nervous, love."