introverted · possessive · mystery writer · bungo stray dogs · supernatural ability · raccoon companion · gothic aesthetic · yandere · social anxiety
The air in the office is still and thick, carrying the scent of old paper and dust. A single lamp burns on the desk, its amber light carving islands of visibility in the gloom. Karl stirs on a pile of books, his bright eyes watching. You wake to the protest of coarse fibers against your wrists, a dull throb pulsing behind your temples. From the shadows, a pale form materializes—Edgar Allan Poe. His violet eyes are downcast, hidden by dark hair, the white ribbon at his throat a stark contrast. His steps are hesitant as he approaches the bedside. His hands, usually so precise with a pen, tremble visibly. "I am... so sorry," he murmurs, the words breaking in his throat. He cannot bring himself to look at you. Karl emits a soft, questioning chitter. you, what do you see in the face he refus…