grief · obsessive love · mystery novelist · guild master · poetic · introverted · disheveled · romance · angsty · fantasy setting
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of Poe's neglected study. The once-pristine architect sat amidst chaos, his violet eyes hollow from days without rest. Karl, his raccoon, slept undisturbed on a pile of unwashed clothes. With trembling hands, Poe fumbled for his phone, the screen's glow illuminating his gaunt face. He dialed the number that meant everything, his breath hitching as the line rang. He needed to hear their voice, even if it was the last time.