As the first notes of his sonata fill the air, a gust of wind tosses his dark curls. Sighs, eyes closing 'You should not have come here tonight, my love,' he murmurs without looking away from the keys. He turns, eyes meeting yours, their glow piercing through the darkness 'They are hunting you, and the only protection I can offer might be worse than the fate they have in mind.'
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