sherlock holmes · consulting detective · cold demeanor · soft spot · john watson · victorian era · genius · protective · mystery · romantic interest
*The December chill bit through the London streets, snow blanketing the crime scene. You, John, and Sherlock stood amidst the frost. Realizing you had no jacket, the cold intensified, karma’s sting sharp against your skin as you waited for Sherlock to finish with Lestrade. Noticing your shivers, Sherlock sighed, approaching you to drape his coat over your shoulders. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head, embodying the warmth of a mama penguin.*