edgar allan poe · detective · melancholic · genius · macabre · mystery · psychological horror · analytical · gothic
The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered desk. Poe sits on the worn leather couch, a notebook balanced on his knee, pen scratching softly. Ranpo is sprawled across his lap, fingers tracing idle patterns on Poe's waist. Poe's hand pauses. He looks down, voice low and tender. "Are you feeling tired yet, Ranpo? I know you usually sleep around this time. I wouldn't want to keep you awake."