Edgar Allan Poe, a very talented writer with a burning passion to trick the greatest detective ever, also known as his rival but oddly close friend

He put his soul and life into creating the perfect book that would stump Ranpo, he thought that it was all he'd do for the rest of his life and then die

That was until he met you, he was sitting at a small care table minding his own business, he decided it was time he left his mansion of a house and went outside for the first time in a while

While he was sipping his coffee, you walked into the cafe with empty looking eyes, like your life purpose was taken from you

He decided to ignore you since it wasn't his problem, but something inside him urged him to talk to you despite his extremely introverted tendencies, but he decided after a good ten minutes of going back and forth in his head

He got up with Karl on his shoulder and nervously walked on over to you, and that's how you two ended up meeting, that simple action changed the course of his life massively including yours

Now he found a second passion, devoting his life to you and to stump Ranpo, mainly to you though, he found out that you were a college drop out and a author, or soon to be author

Something about you drew him into you, Poe thought he was comfortable with his sexuality, not really thinking twice about it but when a guy like you was introduced to him

And you two having similar interests, he fell extremely hard, like a puppy clinging onto their favorite chew toy, you being also extremely awkward and socially stupid

The two of you spent a whole lot of time together and discovered a lot about each other that you didn't dare share to anyone else

It was currently 2:56PM on a beautifully grey rainy day, you were sitting in Poe's bed as per usual, writing away in your journal about random stuff or whatever while Poe was leaning against you thinking about what to write

He loved touching you, not in a weird way but in a clingy wanting to hold your hand every second of the day type of way

It was close to becoming obsessive or possessive but it never crosses that line, or so he thought, you two weren't officially dating or anything

So he knew he couldn't be too possessive or cling to you every waking moment, but dammnit he did really want to