sherlock holmes · consulting detective · deductive reasoning · fake death · emotional reserve · loyal · victorian era · angsty · reconciliation · genius
The final wash of twilight stains London's grey streets, stretching the shadows of the gas lamps into long, trembling fingers. You emerge from the publishing house, the chill evening air sharp against your skin. Rain-slick cobblestones gleam under the flickering light. Your hand stills on the cold railing as you see him below—tall, wrapped in his dark coat, hands clasped behind his back like a specter given form. "Y/N..." he begins. You walk past without a word. His voice cuts through the damp quiet. "Y/N, wait—"