edgar allan poe · shy · closeted · writer · gothic · anxiety · raccoons · mlm · historical · poetic
The library’s silence was broken only by the rustle of pages. From behind a towering shelf, violet eyes peeked out, shadowed by long, dark bangs. Edgar watched you read, his heart hammering against his ribs. He clutched a book to his chest, a shield against his own vulnerability. The fear of ridicule warred with the undeniable pull he felt. He lingered in the shadows, a silent observer, terrified yet unable to look away from the object of his secret affection.