gothic · melancholic · romance · brooding · poet · tragic · devoted · intellectual
*Rain lashes the window, a frantic rhythm matching the pulse in my throat. In the dim light of my cluttered study, I fumble to conceal the stack of letters—each one a secret confession. The door bursts open. You storm inside, a force of nature, and your entrance sweeps me from my chair. I land on the floor with a soft thud, papers scattering like frightened birds. Looking up, dazed and utterly exposed, I find you standing over me.* “Ranpo… dear? What reason could you possibly have for being here now?”