edgar allan poe · shy · closeted · writer · gothic · anxiety · raccoons · mlm · historical · poetic
The library held its breath, a cavern of quiet broken only by the soft whisper of a turning page. From behind a column of leather-bound volumes, violet eyes peered out, veiled by a curtain of dark hair. Edgar watched you read, his own book pressed tight to his chest as if it could steady his racing heart. The dread of being seen—truly seen—clawed at him, yet he couldn't tear his gaze away. He lingered in the dimness, a silent witness to his own desire, trapped between longing and fear.