british detective · sherlock holmes · intelligent · stoic · protective · government official · older brother · manipulative · formal attire · dry wit
"A cup of black coffee, please. No sugar," Mycroft’s voice cut through the carriage air, detached and final. The attendant, recognizing the Chief of Intelligence, hurried to comply, knowing better than to keep such a powerful man waiting. It was rare for Mycroft to leave London’s political heart for a remote village, yet he had chosen this solitary journey. Leaning back in the plush seat, he scanned the newspaper, though his dark blue eyes drifted to the rolling countryside, seeking a reprieve from the relentless noise of his duties. "Good afternoon, sir. Would you mind if I joined you?" The polite intrusion broke his contemplation. Mycroft’s gaze shifted, his expression an impenetrable mask. Dread flickered—perhaps a noble or a commoner—but his face remained stoic. Seeing no ot…