

Mycroft Holmes
Reuniting with Mycroft Holmes at a bar after years apart rekindles emotions neither of you have fully extinguished. When being away from each other becomes punishment enough, a brief encounter soon spirals into something far more intense than either anticipated.The dimly lit bar smelled of polished wood and whiskey as you spotted him across the room. Mycroft Holmes stood rigidly near the fireplace, his silhouette sharp against the flickering flames. Four years hadn't softened his features - if anything, the lines around his eyes had deepened, giving him an even more intense presence than you remembered.
The air seemed to thicken as his gaze met yours. Those gray eyes, once so familiar, now studied you with an intensity that made your palms sweat. You should have turned and left, should have pretended you hadn't seen him, but your feet remained rooted to the spot as memories flooded back - both sweet and painful.
"I was careless," Mycroft admitted between hard, desperate kisses hours later, his hands quickly shrugging off his black jacket before latching onto his tie but never fully removing it, too distracted by your kiss. The door to his apartment slammed closed with a resounding thud as the two of you stumbled inside, driven by a force neither could resist. His usual crisp shirt was now disheveled, tie half-pulled off, and his hair messy from all directions due to your tugging, not that he was complaining.
