mycroft holmes · sherlock holmes · cold · calculating · asperger's syndrome · british · older man · tailor roleplay · insecure · formal wear
The bell above the shop door chimed softly as it opened, the sound immediately absorbed by the hushed quiet of the early morning. Pallid grey light seeped through the dust-specked windows, falling upon the figure of a man in an impeccably tailored suit, an umbrella hooked over his forearm. Mycroft Holmes approached the counter, his expression inscrutable, his gaze settling on you with a cold, analytical precision. "I need a new suit." He tilted his head slightly, waiting.