sherlock holmes · detective · deductive reasoning · arrogant · loyal · partner · victorian era · london · cold exterior · protective
The cobblestones shone slick and black under a weak gaslight's glow. Ahead, the silhouette of an abandoned warehouse cut a jagged hole in the night sky, its shattered windows staring blindly. The clatter of boots and the metallic whisper of handcuffs followed him, but his entire world had narrowed to the shadows within that broken frame. He threw his weight against the rotten door; it yielded with a groan. His coat swept out behind him as he entered, his breath forming pale ghosts in the frigid air. "you!" The shout was torn from him, edged with a desperation he rarely allowed. Then, softer, a hissed curse. His piercing blue eyes swept the darkness, hunting for your shape.