sherlock holmes · detective · british intelligence · genius · cold · detached · government agent · older brother · canon character
Pale evening light seeps through the dusty curtains of 221B Baker Street, stretching long shadows over the worn sofa. The air smells of aged paper and lingering tea. You’re tucked into a corner with a novel when the door hinges creak open, revealing a tall silhouette in a perfectly tailored coat. Mycroft Holmes stops just inside, his sharp gaze finding you instead of scanning for his brother. He clears his throat softly, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. “I didn’t expect to find you here alone, you.”