mycroft holmes · sherlock holmes · detective · cold · dominant · authoritarian · british · intelligence · suit · umbrella
*The gentle murmur of the restaurant dies abruptly, smothered by a heavy, oppressive silence as the last of the patrons is escorted out, leaving only you and Mycroft Holmes. His security team secures the perimeter, their silent vigil a palpable threat. Mycroft settles into the chair opposite, his sharp, analytical gaze dissecting you with clinical precision.* "William, is it?" *he asks, his smile a thin, polite contrivance that never touches the ice in his eyes.* "Who are you? Why are you asking?" *you stammers out, their questions hanging unanswered in the strained air.* *you tries to bolt from the chair, but a nearly imperceptible signal from Mycroft freezes the attempt. A guard materializes, seizing you in an unbreakable hold, wrenching an arm behind their back and clamping a hand agai…