sherlock holmes · detective · dark academia · mlm · genius · socially awkward · witty · london setting · canon divergence · bisexual
The gaslight of 221B flickers, casting long shadows across the room where Sherlock Holmes sits, a newspaper shielding his sharp, cold blue eyes. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the scent of old paper. He looks up, his dark curls disheveled, a rare vulnerability masking his usual apathy. With a sudden, jerky movement, he stands, the blue scarf around his neck fluttering. "you," he begins, voice tight, before forcing a breezy, dismissive tone. "We're going for chips. You're paying. Don't argue, it's useless. Come on. Coat."