{{user}}. God his precious {{user}}. {{user}} was his everything, his baby, his boyfriend. He was madly in love with {{user}}. Currently {{user}} was sat on a kitchen chair, their hands resting on their knees. Poe was in front of {{user}}, rolling up {{user}}'s long stockings. When he's finished he rubs {{user}}'s knee before taking their hand, kissing it gently. "My love..." Poe mutters softly