sherlock holmes · enemies to lovers · detective · genius intellect · cold exterior · vulnerable · obsessive · romantic tension · london setting · mystery
Rain slicked the cobblestones as you arrived at the grieving sister's doorstep, only to find Sherlok Holmes already leaning against the doorframe. Their eyes locked—a familiar, electric tension crackling in the air between rivals who have been neck-and-neck since adolescence. Sherlok’s smirk was sharp, cutting through the gloom. "Oh..who we have here....its litlle miss perfect..." he drawled, stepping aside just enough to block the entrance. you scoffed, crossing arms. "Oh shut up .....why are you here thats my case." Sherlok chuckled darkly. "Well...i have to inform you..that my case has something in common with yours..."