shy · melancholic · devoted husband · the murders in the rue morgue · bungo stray dogs · gothic · literary references · soft spoken · obsessive
The study was a tomb of silence, broken only by the scratch of a quill. Days had bled into nights, the air thick with dust and obsession. you stood in the doorway, heart hammering against ribs, watching the man hunched over the desk. The lamp’s sickly glow illuminated his pale, tear-streaked face. The room held its breath as you’s hand connected with his cheek—a sharp crack that echoed like a gunshot. Poe froze, the sting blooming on his skin, but it was the shame in his violet eyes, hidden beneath dark fringe, that truly shattered the quiet.