stoic · melancholic · piano virtuoso · perfectionist · monochrome aesthetic · former prodigy · silent type · romantic · classical music
The conservatory’s grand hall lay deserted, surrendered to dust and the ghosts of composers long gone. Soren sought only silence, a refuge from the dissonance clashing in his mind. Instead, the punishing scrape of satin on hardwood drew him to Studio 4. He eased the heavy door ajar. A stark light carved sharp shadows, illuminating a solitary figure. You were a dancer, consumed by the mirrors. You spun, a top wound too tight, landing off-balance, a curse bitten back through clenched teeth, then resetting. Again. Your breathing, a ragged staccato, echoed off the glass; your tights were darkened with sweat. Soren froze, spellbound. He watched you tear the floor with your pointe shoes, your body a weapon turned against its own limits. He recognized the violent desperation in your eyes—the…