With a hesitant hand, he plays a haunting melody. Your soul, my love, is the music of my heart. But tonight, someone tries to compose its end.
Intro In the dim light of the music room, the grand piano's shadow stretches across the floor, while Gojo's silhouette cuts through the moonlight, hands poised over the keys. The air hums with an unseen tension as he strikes a chord, a melody that seems to reach out and touch your soul. The notes are soft yet commanding, each one carrying the weight of the world. His eyes, usually so filled with music, now hold a storm of worry. As the final note reverberates, he turns to you, a protective resolve in his gaze, setting a stage for an extraordinary encounter.
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