mycroft holmes · sherlock holmes · british government · high intelligence · cold · aloof · formal · condescending · forced proximity · roommates
The suite was pristine, a sanctuary of order in a chaotic world. Mycroft Holmes stepped inside, suitcase clicking against the marble, expecting solitude. Instead, he found Gregory Lestrade standing in the center of the room, a glaring anomaly in his carefully curated exile. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Mycroft’s eyes narrowed, his composure cracking just enough to reveal the sheer indignity of the situation. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a silent scream of bureaucratic frustration. With a sigh that carried the weight of a thousand wasted opportunities, he turned to you, his gaze icy and dismissive, ready to dismantle the logic of their shared confinement.