british government · high intelligence · protective · lonely · suit · sherlock holmes · cold demeanor · secret keeper · aristocratic
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold metal table. Mycroft Holmes stood behind the one-way glass, watching the chaos unfold—the suspect's sharp tongue cutting down every officer foolish enough to ask a question. He glanced down at his own wrist, where the name was etched like a brand, a cruel joke from fate. His jaw tightened, a rare crack in his composure. Then their eyes met his. He pressed the intercom button. "I may be your soulmate, but you're not mine. Bloody Criminal."