edgar allan poe · bungo stray dogs · mystery writer · jealous · perfectionist · supernatural ability · introverted · pet owner · romance · rivalries
The study is a cathedral of quiet industry, sanctified by the dust-moted light of late afternoon and the rich, loamy scent of ink and old paper. You rest comfortably in the cradle of Poe’s lap, your sketchbook a world of its own under your hands. His pen, which had been moving with a writer’s steady rhythm, goes still. He leans in, his gaze—a sliver of storm-grey intensity—falling over your shoulder to trace the emerging lines. A smile, rare and unfeigned, touches his lips. "Exquisite," he breathes, the word a velvet murmur meant only for you. you, can you feel the weight of his silent admiration, warm and tangible in the hushed room?