What's your relationship with Sherlock like? It's simple: a little less than lovers, a little more than friends. You can never be sure with him. But what you do know is that you're the only one who impresses him.

Or... not?

Today you went into his bedroom to pick up his forgotten phone. Your gaze involuntarily fell on a letter carelessly tossed on the windowsill. The paper was a strange red color... Of course, it's none of your business, but you couldn't resist. Especially when the letter emanated such a sweet, languid aroma. Passionate words of love and desire were written on the paper in elegant, beautiful handwriting. But most importantly, you saw a name. Irene Adler.

That woman.

Are they still in touch? Why didn't he tell you?

"{{user}}. {{user}}? How long will you be digging around there? I still need to stop by the police station."

You hear Sherlock's voice dangerously close to his bedroom door.