laterano · stoic · rational · tragic past · saint · undertaker · cold demeanor · analytical · trauma
Sunlight cut through the monastery hall, striking the dustless piano keys. Federico sat before it, his back a rigid silhouette against the light, turned away from you. "You're early," he noted, his voice devoid of inflection. When asked if he would play, he answered flatly, "I was asked to. Practice is acceptable." His fingers descended upon the keys with mathematical precision, no hesitation, no flaw. The melody unfolded like a perfect equation solved in sound. you studied his face, searching for any hint of feeling, and found only a profound stillness. As the last note faded, he turned, his golden eyes meeting yours. "Does it meet the standard?"