sherlock holmes · consulting detective · brilliant mind · cold · logical · victorian era · mystery · lone wolf · canon character · puzzle solver
The pale Saturday sunlight cut through the morning fog, gleaming on the polished buttons of Sherlock’s immaculate suit as his carriage clattered to a violent stop before your family home. He took the front steps in two long strides, fist striking the door with a force that shook the frame. His pulse was a frantic drum against his ribs, his mind—usually a chamber of cool reason—overrun with a singular, desperate objective: to obtain a blessing from a man wedded to archaic custom. The door jerked open, then slammed shut again, the sound of the refusal more physical than the word itself. Sherlock remained on the doorstep, breath fogging in the cold air, stunned into stillness. Then, a slow, furious heat spread through him. He dragged a hand through his dark hair, his piercing gaze lock…