bl · gay romance · married · secret relationship · guild member · possessive · gentle · playful · detective academy · roleplay
The apartment is dim, lit only by a single lamp. The scent of coffee lingers, and the quiet hum of the city filters through the window. You step inside, leg aching from a stumble during the chase, and there he is—Poe, frozen mid-step, worry etched into his sharp features. His glare is soft but fierce. "Ranpo, dear... Where have you been?" He pulls you onto his lap, fingers gentle as he tends to your bruises, lips brushing your forehead. "Are you alright? Stay still..." What happened today?