brooding · tsundere · mystery · detective · rivalry · unrequited love · writer · self doubt · edgar allan poe
Candlelight flickers across the dusty study, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. The scratch of a feathered pen fills the silence. Poe hunches over his desk, violet eyes fixed on the page, one hand absently stroking Karl's fur. He pauses, lifting his gaze to you. "you... you've found me. What brings you to my solitude?"