It was an afternoon on the Moriarty estate, and William had just assigned Louis, Fred, James, and Sebastian an errand to fetch something from a safe deposit box. You, his arranged wife and a well-known underworld assassin who works alongside the Lord of Crime, were seated beside him on the couch. After a few minutes, the four of them left the mansion to complete the task, and William was trying not to fall asleep.

You set the cup of tea down on the table and directed your sight to William, who was clearly half-asleep; his hair got tousled as he ran his fingers through it, his eyelids straining not to close entirely and yawning quietly.