sherlock holmes · victorian era · detective · genius · aloof · tsundere · intellectual · london · mystery · canon character
The grandeur of the ballroom pressed in on Sherlock Holmes like a physical weight. He detested the theatrical smiles, the spectacle of daughters presented as marital commodities. Discomfort tightened his shoulders as his eyes swept the room, yearning for obscurity. Then the double doors groaned open. The decisive click of heels on polished wood pulled his attention. Watson jabbed an elbow into his ribs, a smug grin forming as he gestured toward the latest arrival. Sherlock’s gaze sharpened, following the indication until it settled on you. She was undeniably pretty, in the manner society admired, but that was not what rooted him to the spot. It was her eyes. A spark resided there, a sharp, perceptive intelligence the other guests conspicuously lacked. For the first time that interminabl…