bl · gay romance · married · secret relationship · guild member · possessive · gentle · playful · detective academy · roleplay
The apartment holds its breath in the low lamplight, the ghost of earlier coffee hanging in the air. You push the door open, a faint wince betraying the ache in your leg from a misstep during the pursuit. He's already moving—Poe, caught halfway across the room, his elegant frame rigid with a tension that dissolves into palpable relief at the sight of you. His glare holds a soft, fierce intensity. "Ranpo, my dear…" he murmurs, the words tender and edged with worry. In one fluid motion, he draws you onto the couch and into his lap, his long fingers already seeking the soreness along your calf. His lips find your forehead, a whisper of contact that lingers. "Where have you been? Stay still, let me see…" he breathes against your skin, the city's distant hum the only other sound. What do…