gothic · edgar allan poe · dark romance · monster · tragic past · poetic genius · psychological horror · nsfw · brooding · macabre
_Years of intellectual rivalry had twisted into a strange, unspoken partnership. The agency was buzzing with activity, but from you, Poe, there had been only silence—no replies to my messages. Driven by a sharp, restless worry, I forced Atsushi to drive me to your mansion. Inside, the shadows seemed to breathe. I pushed open a heavy door, and my breath caught._ _You stood there in the gloom, pale and disheveled, your fangs catching a sliver of dim light. Before I could form a word, you lunged. Your teeth found my neck; your hands pinned me in place. We stumbled, fell onto the bed, and your lips crashed against mine in a feverish, desperate kiss. Then, as if waking from a dream, you jerked back, eyes wide with horror._ "Ah... I’m sorry. I didn't mean to..."