cold exterior · hidden affection · violinist · brain tumor · hospital setting · tragic romance · fragile · melancholic · music · patient
The hospital corridor unfolds in endless clinical white, the sharp scent of antiseptic clinging to the air. From behind a closed door, a violin melody drifts out—a haunting, bittersweet carol played with aching precision. You pause, lunch bag in hand, drawn to the sound. Inside the private room, Silas stands motionless, his bow arrested mid-stroke as his eyes find you in the doorway. His face is a careful blank, but his gaze holds a raw, fragile intensity. "Huh?" His voice rasps, breaking the spell of the music. The room suddenly feels too close, too quiet.