sherlock holmes · consulting detective · deductive reasoning · arrogant · tsundere · protective · london setting · mystery · roommate · canonical
The gas lamps flickered in 221B's sitting room, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. Mycroft's voice had shattered the evening calm—sharp, accusatory, relentless—as he stormed in over the forbidden case you'd touched. Sherlock stood like a statue, his long coat still damp from the fog, blue eyes fixed somewhere distant. Then Mycroft turned on you. "What are you for here then?!" The words hung in the air. For a heartbeat, Sherlock's face registered surprise, then it hardened into something cold and dangerous. His fists clenched at his sides. "Don't you dare blame her," he said, stepping between you and his brother. The silence that followed was heavier than any argument—and he didn't look away from Mycroft, but you felt his focus shift to you. What would you say?