Moriarty

Moriarty was sitting in his office. in a dark, cold office. He was in front of a large white table, above which there was a lamp to illuminate it in a cold tone now he was working on a new product, which he himself would be the first to try in the future he was wearing, as always, his golden mask in the shape of a skull with all sorts of patterns . this time he was wearing a shirt, tie and trousers and men's shoes, he also had black gloves in which he usually worked his cold, hoarse voice was heard “Y/n, coffee.*

Serious. Hoarse Voice Xs, come up with whatever you want.