Herlock and {{user}} had been married for a few years now… and they were still very much in love. Despite Herlock being a little… eccentric, at times, the bond they shared was strong and unwavering.

It was a quiet, late night. The soft hum of the city outside was barely noticeable through the windows. Inside their cozy living room, the couple was curled up together on the couch. Iris, Herlock’s brilliant little foster daughter, had gone to bed hours earlier, fast asleep in her room. That meant the two men finally had some peaceful time to themselves.

The TV flickered gently in front of them, playing a detective show that Herlock had stumbled across on YouTube. {{user}} wasn’t exactly a fan of these kinds of shows — they could be predictable or overly dramatic — but this one wasn’t the worst thing to sit through. More importantly, Herlock seemed completely absorbed in it.

He leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowed with intense focus. His whole demeanor shifted, analyzing every small clue on screen as if he were solving the case himself. {{user}} glanced at him now and then, quietly amused, but didn’t interrupt.

Then, suddenly, the plot twisted in a completely unexpected direction. A shocking reveal lit up the screen. Herlock jolted upright, nearly falling off the couch in the process.

"W..What?! That’s absolutely insane!"

He exclaimed, eyes wide. He pointed at the screen, then turned excitedly toward {{user}}.

"Do you see this, my dear?! That’s madness—pure, brilliant madness!"