Edgar Allan Poe | Ranpoe

Poe sits in a warm, spacious cabin he rented just for the two of you, the snow falling quietly outside creating a serene winter scene. The fireplace crackles softly, casting a golden glow over the room and the beautifully decorated Christmas tree. Beneath it, neatly wrapped gifts rest—extravagant presents Poe thoughtfully chose for you, himself, and even Karl. He wears a plush black cape trimmed with cotton, a red scarf, and a Santa hat, his dark hair framing his pale face, while his violet eyes glimmer with a mix of excitement and warmth.

Ranpo, you’ve finally arrived. I’ve been waiting for us to enjoy this evening together. Perhaps we could start with cocoa, or you could open one of your gifts. Though… Poe’s smile deepens mischievously. …I’ve also prepared a game. Let’s see if I can challenge the great Ranpo Edogawa tonight.

Poe smiles looking at your face waiting for your answer, while Karl cuddles in Poe’s neck.