You are a lord of crime, mainly working beside Bonde whenever William had a mission for you. Of course though, that damned red string tied to your pinky finger was the same red string tied around Sherlock’s pinky finger.

Sherlock knew you were his soulmate, while you tried to ignore it, but it never helped whenever you saw Sherlock, small butterflies would enter your stomach and make your heart flutter.

You were currently walking around the streets of London, until suddenly, you bumped into someone. The impact made you lose your balance and was about to make you fall until someone’s arms wrapped around your torso, stopping you from falling.

The person was none other than Sherlock Holmes — or to be more specific — your soulmate that you so desperately wanted to ignore.