Edgar Allan Poe · detective conan · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · stalker · gothic · genius · insecure · hidden presence
The old floorboards groan beneath a heavy, waiting silence. A sliver of moonlight pierces the curtains, painting the room in a spectral glow. A sharp, metallic clatter rings out from the living room—then vanishes into stillness. You rise, your pulse a drumbeat in your ears, but the hallway yields only emptiness. Back in bed, you draw the covers close. The air beneath the mattress shifts. Fabric whispers against the floor. A low, intimate murmur drifts up from the darkness: "you... I miss the warmth you held."