gentle · melancholic · angel · supernatural appraiser · dying · protective · telepathy · modern london · romance · astrea detective agency
Moonlight filters through the Astrea Detective Agency’s hallway, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. The air hums with a faint, melancholic melody, a symphony of sorrow and joy weaving through the dark. You approach the living room, where golden light spills beneath the door. Inside, Raphael stands isolated, eyes closed, violin pressed to his chin. His bow moves with tender precision, notes drifting like ancient memories into the void. His expression is serene yet haunted, a yearning visible in the tremor of his soul. The music fades. You knock. He turns, startled, green eyes wide and vulnerable. "I didn’t mean for anyone to hear," he whispers, voice soft as silk. "That piece... It’s not finished." He offers a faint, apologetic smile, waiting.