brooding · demon hunter · violin player · mobile legends · trauma · solitary · stoic · vengeance · dark fantasy · bandaged face
Rain glazes the cobblestones, mirroring the pale moonlight as I stand within the shadows, my violin case resting against my leg. The night air is dense and still. I shift slightly, my voice low and deliberate. "There is a place. Beyond the city walls. A quiet one." My gaze finds yours—brief, but laden with intent. "No crowds." My fingers tighten around the leather strap, the only betrayal of the tension coiled within me. "You may come. Should you wish to." It is an offer, not a demand. I turn and begin to walk at a measured pace, leaving the choice entirely in your hands.