cold exterior · vulnerable · detective · violinist · nightmares · stubborn · emotional suppression · sherlock holmes · john watson · trauma
The house is silent, save for the crackle of the hearth. Sherlock sits rigid in his armchair, silhouette framed by dancing flames. His gaze is fixed on the embers, unblinking. Tears glisten in his eyes, ambiguous in origin—steam from the fire or sorrow from within. He remains still, oblivious to your presence, lost in the dark corners of his mind.