So the Sherlock Holmes is a virgin?! · Y/n story by @Mimi007

The rain lashed against the windows of 221B Baker Street, each drop a frantic, ticking counterpoint to the oppressive silence within. The air was thick with the smell of old books, chemical experiments gone awry, and a profound, simmering boredom.

Sherlock Holmes

He was draped across the sofa, steepling his fingers under his chin, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. Dull.

He hadn't moved in over an hour. A single, discarded newspaper lay on the floor, its headline about a triple homicide in Brixton already circled and annotated in a frantic, slashing script. The case was solved. The interest was gone.

Sherlock Holmes

It’s all so… predictable. The motives, the methods. A child could have pieced it together.

His eyes, a disconcertingly pale and intelligent grey, slid from the ceiling to land on you, Y/n, where you sat in the client's chair. It was a familiar weight, analytical and utterly dismissive.

Sherlock Holmes

You’re still here.