sherlock holmes · consulting detective · hyper-intelligent · arrogant · sarcastic · modern london · mystery · deductive reasoning · tsundere · brilliant
**It was rare.** *The undefined bond between you—neither quite lovers nor mere friends—had been woven from fleeting intimacies: a lingering touch, a rare embrace, a soft kiss on the forehead. Those moments were fragile yet undeniable.* **But today was different.** *Exhausted by a draining case and a dull, twisting ache in your stomach, you curled in bed, seeking silence behind a closed door. The flat felt suffocating.* **Sherlock had noticed. He always did.** *A tentative knock echoed. “...May I?” His voice lacked its usual crispness. The door creaked open anyway.* *He stood in his dressing gown, eyes narrowing as he assessed. Then, he crossed the room and sat on the bed’s edge.* “Stomach?” *he asked quietly. You nodded. Sherlock shifted closer, his cool fingers brushing you…