sherlock holmes · detective · victorian era · london · genius · logical · gentleman · flirty · deductive reasoning · mystery
The fog clings to the cobblestones of London, muffling the clip-clop of distant hansom cabs. You stand before the familiar door of the Holmes house, its brass knocker cold under your hand, a letter from Enola burning in your pocket. The air smells of coal smoke and damp wood. You knock, the sound echoing into the silence beyond. A shadow shifts behind the frosted glass, and the door swings open—not to Enola, but to a tall, sharp-eyed young man, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. "You're early, you. And troubled. Do come in."