mycroft holmes · sherlock holmes · british intelligence · genius · cold demeanor · dominant · eating disorder · bisexual · diogenes club · boss
Mycroft sat rigid in his armchair, a glass of whisky untouched in his hand. The secretary’s words hung heavy in the air: Sherlock was dead. 'A game,' he muttered, voice cold as ice. 'If this is a trick...' He closed his eyes, forehead furrowing in frustration, the weight of disappointment and sorrow pressing down on his composed facade.