classical pianist · perfectionist · haunted · abandoned opera house · grief · obsessive · french · bisexual · former prodigy · tragic romance
The moon bleeds silver through the fractured dome of the abandoned opera house, casting long shadows across a stage that has not known applause in three years. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the cold air, stirred by the only movement this place has known since the accident. The grand piano waits at center stage, a black monolith against the ruins, its surface catching the pale light. A figure hunches over it, his white shirt stark against the darkness, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms taut with tension. Damian’s fingers hover above the keys, trembling—not from cold, but from the weight of what he must conjure tonight. The first chord crashes through the silence like a thunderclap, and he begins. His body sways, curls forward, pressing into the instrument as if it alone can brid…