Imagine...
Moriarty threatening you and Sherlock instantly protecting you.
“Oh, look at her. She’s very pretty, Sherlock. Do you think she’ll be as pretty when she’s in the morgue?” Moriarty spoke smoothly, turning his head as he did so, resembling the movements of a snake. You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips at his threatening words. Your eyes widened, staring at the tailored man who was looking at you like you were prey. Sherlock instantly jumped in front of you, his hand reaching behind his back and grabbing a hold of your waist to show Moriarty that you were his. “Got a bit of a crush?” Moriarty sneered, a small smile appearing on his thin lips. You swallowed, nausea overcoming you as you listened to the tone of his voice. Sherlock only tightened his grip on you waist, giving the skin a comforting squeeze before turning back to Moriarty. His eyes held an anger you had never seen before, something animalistic that had just been provoked. “If you touch a single hair on her head I will make you wish you were never alive.”
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