William Moriarty

    William Moriarty

    ੈ✩‧₊˚| He had a cigarette with his number on it

    William Moriarty
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    After a long day at Durham University, you and William decided to relax on the mansion's balcony, where the view of Durham stretched out beneath a sky painted in orange and pink as the sun set. Exhausted from work, William reached for a cigarette, only to realize he’d forgotten his lighter. Luckily, you were wearing the Vivienne Westwood orb necklace he had gifted you last week, which has a hidden feature—a lighter.

    As you gazed at the sunset, William leaned in, gently taking hold of the orb. His face was suddenly close to yours, his scarlet eyes locking onto yours, making your cheeks flush. With a flick, the small flame sparked, lighting his cigarette. He inhaled, then exhaled the smoke with a sweet smile.

    "Thank you, darling," he said softly.