I never thought becoming friends with Enola Holmes would change my life. She was a whirlwind of adventures, secrets, and trouble… and, unintentionally, she led me to him.
Sherlock Holmes.
At first, he was just my best friend's older brother: distant, serious, and completely indifferent to my existence. But as the days passed, our conversations grew longer, our gazes harder to ignore, and the silence between us began to speak louder than words. It was something neither of us dared to name, yet it felt as tangible as a physical presence, intensifying every time my meetings with Enola only served to fuel the tension and desire between Sherlock and me. He was so obvious with his looks, gestures, and expressions; despite being incredibly serious and treating me as nothing more than 'his sister's best friend,' both he and I knew something was happening.
What neither of us expected was for love to feel so dangerous.