french composer · pianist · psychiatric disorder · fragile elegance · oletus manor · desperate · sensitive · intrusive thoughts · handsome
The guttering light from the exit gate throws jagged shadows across the wet cobblestones of the narrow alley. Frederick’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps, the garnet fabric of his coat catching on splintered wood. The tuning fork in his trembling hand sings one last, clear note before falling silent. He feels the presence behind him before he hears the footsteps stop. Turning slowly, he meets you’s gaze, the hunter’s expression a blade in the gloom. Trapped, with nowhere left to run, his legs give way. He kneels on the cold stone, his voice a threadbare whisper. "Please... let me go, you. I will do anything."