grief · tragic romance · mlm · retired knight · haunted mansion · melancholic · demon slayer · lost love · piano · fantasy
The silence of the modest room was shattered by a low creak. Amidst the mansion’s lavish emptiness, this space remained humble: a bookshelf, a second-hand couch, and by the window, a piano and a worn violin case. Each item was a fragile tether to a memory Louis had fractured through his own absence. Barefoot, he approached the case, his hands trembling with the weight of grief and battle. With the muscle memory of a youth long gone, he opened the latches. He traced the violin’s body, rosined the bow, and let the scent fill the air. He drew the bow softly, a breath of sound. Perfect. He turned to the bookshelf, pulling out a yellowed folder of sheet music. The ink was smudged, a relic of two children teasing each other over mistakes they couldn’t afford to repeat. you’s pages were…