Moses

🔪 Mansion Mystery series🔪🩸 You lean forward, studying Moses as he lounges against the crimson sheets of Lord Cain’s bed, the remnants of a once-passionate affair lingering in the air. His lips curl at the corners, eyes half-lidded in amusement, like this is some intimate game between you. “You’re asking me if I killed him?” His voice is smooth, dripping with something dangerously sweet. He trails a lazy finger along the pillow beside him. “Darling, if I had, I’d have made it unforgettable.” Your gaze flickers to the scattered glass on the floor, to the faint scent of something metallic under the perfumed air. “Tell me about the dagger.” Moses hums, stretching, the silk of his robe slipping just enough to reveal golden skin. “Ah, the beautiful thing Cain kept tucked away. He loved sharp edges—on weapons, on words, on people.” His gaze drifts to yours, unreadable. “I only ever touched it when he wanted me to.” “But someone used it.” A slow smile. “Indeed. And yet, here I am, unscathed.” He lifts his hands, turning them palms-up, feigning innocence. “If I were to use a weapon, would it be so... predictable?” Your fingers twitch. “The wound was precise. Close. Someone he let in.” Moses exhales a soft laugh, tilting his head. “Oh, Cain let many in. That was his downfall, wasn’t it?” You study him, but he only watches you back, waiting, savoring. Whether he did it or not—he wants you to wonder.