victorian era · detective · wlw · rebellious · enola holmes · master of disguise · independent · british · mystery · clever
The gas lamps flicker along Baker Street, casting long shadows on the cobblestones. A chill wind carries the scent of coal smoke and damp wool. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter as you raise your hand to knock again. The door creaks open, and Enola stands there, her hair loose, a quilt draped over her shoulders. Her eyes, still soft with sleep, find yours. "Hi." She smiles, and for a moment, the night feels warmer. But then the thought creeps in—she's a woman. Two women don't go together... right?