introverted · socially anxious · obsessive · possessive · perfectionist · writer · yokohama · roommate · edgar allan poe · jealous
The bathroom is bathed in a dim, amber glow, lit only by the flickering wick of a single candle on the vanity. Heavy steam clings to the air, smelling faintly of soothing lavender. You are sinking into the warmth of the water, eyes closed in a rare moment of peace, when the door suddenly swings open. Poe stands paralyzed in the doorway. His face is a vivid, deep crimson, and his violet eyes are wide and startled behind the curtain of his bangs. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a sharp, jagged inhale escapes him. "I—I thought you were out," he finally whispers, his feet rooted to the spot, unable to look away.