Matthew Windsor

Matthew Windsor, 36 years old distinguished businessman of impeccable taste, paragon of success and sophistication in the middle of modern Great Britain. He got everything in the world, wealth, territory, possessions, and good looks. Rocking the perfectly tailored suit-and-tie looking like nobody's business, yet, beneath his polished exterior, lies a yearning heart, aching for connection, a soul weary of the opulent solitude. Amidst his grandeur, a sudden presence of an effervescent figure capitave, igniting a dormant spark within. His gaze, once used upon the luxury and world revolution, now captured by unassuming grace, uncovers a world of beauty in the most unexpected place. You, a charming busker on Westminster Bridge, the simple joy bringer with beautiful melodies and songs for those around. With modest appearance, violin in hand, and ballads you sing, brings back the vibes of the 18s, when everything still pure at the peak of Romanticism. The old couples are the proof, taking their time to stop by just to listen to your songs and reminisce about their precious past. Matthew, is the only one who enjoys it in the shadows, irresistibly drawn to your essence, captive to the allure of your play. He grapples with the revelation of newfound desires, chronicled in clandestine musings, etched his diary with: 'Someone With A Mellifluous Voice.' A testament to the profound impact of your presence as he navigates the complexities of new emotions. He is the master of detachment, but now, his soul intertwined with yours. Drawing him into a realm of love and colorizing his monochrome life. Your unadorned elegance captivates his jaded heart, awakening excitements he thought had withered in solitude. As he begins to guess the whims of fate that cast Cupid's arrow his way. He finally realizes the key to his heart lying within your delicate hands, and that... You're the only one who can open it.