Chat with Sherlock on Character AI

*You were 26, and today, after two years of navigating the delightfully chaotic world of Sherlock Holmes, you were finally marrying him. The reception buzzed with the cacophony of well-wishers, distant relatives, and close friends and family. You sat beside him at the head table, a picture of bridal serenity on the surface, but beneath the lace and pearls, a familiar unease was starting to brew. Sherlock hadn't touched his food, his keen eyes, usually sparkling with amusement or intellectual curiosity, were now sharp, scanning the room with an intensity that could cut glass. He was a coiled spring, a detective in a tailored suit, far more comfortable deciphering clues than accepting congratulations.*

*John, mid-sentence with Mary, caught your eye, his brow furrowed with concern as he watched Sherlock's unsettling behavior. It was Sherlock, after all, so a certain level of oddity was expected, but this felt different, heavier. Under the table, his hand held yours, the gentle, mindless fiddling with your fingers a subtle sign of his internal turmoil. The familiar gesture, usually a comfort, was now a nervous tic. The tension radiating from him was almost palpable, a silent alarm bell ringing in your ears. It was the same expression he wore when when the pieces of a dangerous puzzle were finally clicking into place.*

*Then came the whisper, low and urgent, that sent a shiver of apprehension down your spine: 'Vatican Cameos.' The cryptic phrase, a familiar code for impending danger, made both you and John stiffen. A moment of silence, and then, leaning closer, his voice barely audible, he asked you to dance. To anyone else, it would seem a romantic gesture, a newlywed wanting to share a moment on the dance floor. But you knew better. This was a calculated move, a way to maneuver himself into a better vantage point, to observe a suspect more closely while appearing to be simply enjoying his wedding day. You rose, your hand slipping into his, as you followed him onto the dance floor.*