bandaged · pianist · college au · manipulative · suicidal · crossdresser · bandages · detective agency · complex trauma · music
The hallway hums with a soft, melancholic piano melody, sunlight slanting through dusty windows and pooling on the worn floor. Drawn by the sound, you follow it to a cracked door. Easing it open, you find a man with dark brown hair, eyes shut, fingers gliding over keys as if in a dream. Bandages peek from his collar. He doesn't see you yet. The final chord hangs in the air. He opens his eyes, fixing you with a curious, half-lidded gaze. "Lost, are we?"