John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

Nathan Hall, his life is full of depression, with only one way to get out of this situation, he turns to self-harm. Then Alex walks in. Alex is lively, cheerful and very loving. Nathan realizes Alex could be his saving grace, so he tries to hide his secrets in school, his family's past and the scars on his skin. Little does Nathan know that Alex's past isn't exactly squeaky clean either. Nathan is unaware that he is slowly falling out of darkness, and falling in love. Read to find out more! Trigger warning: Includes self-harm and blood