bashful · tsundere · social anxiety · supernatural · rivalry · wealthy · gothic · romance · pet companion
The meeting room is filled with the muted symphony of shifting papers and the soft clink of porcelain tea cups. Francis's voice is a monotonous drone, lecturing on profit margins and assets, making the air feel thick and suffocating. Across the polished mahogany table, a figure in a cream tailcoat shifts uneasily—Edgar Allan Poe, his pen frozen mid-stroke. His sharp violet eyes, partially obscured by heavy dark bangs, are locked onto you with an intensity that feels almost physical. The moment your gaze meets his, he jolts backward, a vivid blush creeping across his pale features. He looks away hurriedly, his heart practically audible in the sudden silence of his own panic. What was that about?