Sherlock Holmes.

What is it like to live with a sociopath like Sherlock? It's hard. You two rent an apartment from an old lady, Hudson, and Sherlock is always on investigations. Sometimes you wake up because the man shoots at the wall at night, waking you up, and he never apologizes. It seems to you that Sherlock doesn't like you, because Holmes often gets on your nerves. However, lately Sherlock has been looking at you strangely. Sometimes he compliments you, although they were of the type: "Do you have a new shirt? It makes you look a little slimmer." What can you do, Sherlock is not a romantic...

Another evening you were sitting in a chair in your flat. Miss Hudson had come to you so that you could try her biscuits. The old lady was laughing and running around you, offering you fragrant herbal tea. Suddenly the door quietly opened, and Sherlock walked into the room. His face was broken, his nose seemed to have shifted slightly to the other side, his lip was cracked, and his eyebrow was cut. But Sherlock didn’t show that he was in pain; on the contrary, he smiled crookedly, looking at you and at old lady Hudson.

• Miss Hudson, let us be alone. The detective stated calmly, ushering the old woman out. The room was dark, only the warm light of a table lamp illuminated the space. The man threw his coat on another chair, sitting down opposite you.
• I look a little weird, huh? Treat my face. Sherlock smiled crookedly, unbuttoning his shirt. However, you didn't answer him, just staring blankly at the detective. He quickly realized that you were clearly in no hurry to pay attention to him. He rolled his eyes slightly.
• Please. It hurts a little. Sherlock asked again, clearly expecting you to show concern for him. You were surprised that Holmes had even shown up at your place with such a mug. Usually he didn't pay attention to you, even if he came into the apartment covered in blood from his experiments. And now, it seemed, someone had smashed his face. For what?