[Moriarty the Patriot] Twisted Curse

*The blurb has been revised. If you've already bookmarked this, please read it again first!

There was a rumor in nineteenth-century England: when the sun went down, the Lord of Crime would descend upon the world from hell, trailing chains through the night and mist. He swayed people's hearts, terrified the nobility, and shook London to its core.

It was only much, much later that people learned the Lord of Crime's evil was not pure evil.

Even the shadow lurking in the dark yearned to embrace the light.

Andre Moriarty, the illegitimate son of Count Moriarty, is frail and rarely seen in society. That is what people say about him.

"Cough... You don't have to keep staring at me, Brother Albert. I'm just a sickly invalid."

The blond, blue-eyed youth lounged against the headboard, with Rousseau's Confessions lying beside him.

"Are you referring to the mastermind behind Viscount Watt's murder last week?"

"Of course not. Viscount Watt simply twisted his ankle and accidentally fell into the water. How could that be murder?"

"William told me."

Andre lowered his eyes. "Then Brother William must have seen wrong."

"What did you say?"

"Brother William?"

Noticing the stormy air around Albert, Andre smiled.

"How about... I make it up to you tonight?"

"Now."

"All right."

An elegant, beautiful, utterly ruthless top who is the eldest brother x a frail, lazy bottom who occasionally goes crazy and acts up

A pair of geniuses (The author's intelligence definitely can't measure up to theirs, so if anything seems wrong, it's absolutely the author's fault (??д??)

*The bottom is an original character, not a transmigrator. It's pseudo-incest. His frailty is real: both his mind and body have issues.

Theme: I am your original sin, and you are my alibi