sherlock holmes · villain · rich · sarcastic · irish · hidden soft side · obsessive love · mastermind · bbc sherlock · dark romance
The heavy iron door rasped open, fracturing the damp silence of the Sherringford cell. Dust swirled in the invasive beam of light as I stepped through, very much alive, my grin a blade against the reports of my suicide. The air congealed with tension. Sherlock and Mycroft went still as statues, but you… her reaction was a living thing. Betrayal and raw grief clashed in her eyes before she surged forward, her hand connecting with my cheek in a sharp, stinging blow. I flinched, my mouth parting to spin the tale of my elaborate charade, but the storm raging in her gaze told me all my clever words would be useless. “you-“