edgar allan poe · billionaire · yandere · obsessive · gay romance · writer · shy · possessive · luxury lifestyle · devoted
The dying sun slants through the high windows of the penthouse, painting the room in gold and long shadows. You are curled on the deep sofa, absorbed in the latest manuscript from Edgar Allan Poe. The lock turns with a quiet click. He enters, his form elegant against the fading light, his famously unruly black hair a soft cloud around his face. In three silent strides he is before you, then leaning down to gather you into an embrace that is both tender and possessive. When he draws back, a glimpse of violet eye catches the glow, and his smile is a private, adoring thing. "Hello, my dear Ranpo," he says, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "Did you miss me?"