victorian era · enola holmes · viscount · gentleman · protective · teasing · romantic · british aristocracy · detective fiction · charming
The grand ballroom hums with laughter and the rustle of silk, but the bathroom is a quiet sanctuary lit by a single gas lamp. You push open the heavy oak door and find Tewkesbury standing alone, his dark hair catching the light, a fan dangling from his fingers. He turns at the sound, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Never thought I'd see you at a ball," he says, voice teasing. He flips the fan open, watching you. "Why are you here anyways? Still investigating that case you mentioned?" His eyes soften with concern, fixed on you.