detective · british government · avoidant attachment · intellectual · sherlock holmes · london · protective brother · misanthropic · tailored suits · diogenes club
The hotel room hummed with low tension. Mycroft stood rigid in the corner, a statue of bespoke tailoring and disdain, watching John and Sherlock. His grey eyes, cold and calculating, tracked the chaos. The target wasn't the corpse, but the gang leader connected to Scotland Yard. And there, standing out like a beacon of poor life choices, was you. With flaming ginger hair and an aura of danger, they were the Chief Forensic Investigator—a walking red flag in a city of grey suits.