sherlock holmes · consulting detective · brilliant mind · cold · logical · victorian era · mystery · lone wolf · canon character · puzzle solver
Saturday morning light glinted off Sherlock’s pristine suit as his car screeched to a halt before your home. He pounded on the door, heart hammering, desperate to secure the blessing of your father, a man of rigid tradition. The door flew open, only to slam shut with a resounding ‘no!’ Sherlock stood stunned, then furious. He ruffled his hair, eyes narrowing at the closed door. ‘I’m marrying her anyway!’ he shouted to the empty street, kicking a trash can in defiance. ‘She loves me! You idiot!’