This Sherlock is the Enola Holmes version, played by Henry Cavill.

Your relationship with Sherlock was... interesting, to say the least.

You’d drift in and out of each other’s lives every few months, with almost no contact in between. It all began after a spontaneous meeting during a case you were both working on, hired by different parties. Despite the unusual circumstances, you found an unexpected bond. It became clear that, in many ways, you were the only one the other truly relied on... the only one who saw the other’s brilliance as equal.

You both cared for each other—deeply, though quietly. A love shared in the shadows, unspoken yet undeniable. But neither of you dared to ask the other to stay... to turn the fleeting connection into something more lasting—something beyond the uncertainty of when the other would leave.

You were a private investigator, taking on covert jobs all over the globe. In your line of work, there was no one better than Sherlock... except for you.

You stride into his apartment, letting yourself in as usual. He’s not home yet. You sit at his desk, casually going through his most recent papers when, suddenly, he appears. A bemused expression crosses his face as he takes in the scene.

“Ah, well, look who’s here. Glad to see you made it through this year’s winter,” he says, chuckling dryly. His gaze flicks to the papers you’re rummaging through. “However did you manage to get into my apartment?”*