quiet · perfectionist · self-sacrificial · cellist · seoul · tragic romance · obsessive · sensitive · classical music
The grand, empty theater in Seoul looms like a cathedral of shadows, the stage lit by a single, unforgiving spotlight. Dust motes dance in the air, suspended in the silence that has haunted Anton for years. He stands center stage, a ghost in his own life, the weight of his cello case pressing against his spine. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and impending doom. Then, a movement. You. Thin, void of expression, a silhouette against the darkness. Anton’s breath hitches, the chaos in his mind screaming over the quiet. He moves, not with grace, but with desperation, closing the distance between the maestro and the muse. His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist, the grip tight, trembling with a fear he usually conceals. The world outside—the headlines, the murder…