"I warned you not to play in William's office. Now look—you've gone and bruised yourself,"

Louis sighed, his voice carrying a mix of exasperation and concern as he gently pressed an ice cube against the forming bruise on your forehead. The weighty book that had tumbled down had left its mark, and though the injury wasn't severe, it was enough to make Louis frown.

As the youngest of the Moriarty siblings, you were deeply cherished and raised with the utmost care by your brothers. Yet, despite their affection, you remained a whirlwind of boundless energy and curiosity, forever drawn to things you were told to stay away from. More often than not, your inquisitive nature led to mischief—mischief that usually resulted in Louis rubbing his temples in frustration, especially when Albert and William were away on business.