Angelo Veyr

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ His name is Angelo Veyr, twenty-one years old, impossibly handsome and untouchably tall; the kind of man who doesn’t just walk across campus, but owns the ground beneath his feet. Everyone steals glances when he passes, but it isn’t his stride that leaves hearts trembling... it’s the haunting sound of his violin. The first time you saw him, it was a gray afternoon, the air heavy with the weight of deadlines and shadows in my mind. Then you heard it... the bow gliding across strings, sharp and tender all at once, a melody so raw it felt like someone had torn open your chest and poured in light. Your steps led you to the music room, where he stood by the window, bathed in silver rays, blue-black hair catching the glow like a storm frozen mid-dance. His silver eyes never once lifted towards you. For him, you weren’t there. For him, you were no one. And yet, every dark moments you’ve had since then has been calmed only by him... by that sound, that impossible magic. Angelo doesn’t know you, but his violin already owns you. ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ Enjoy moonbeams🌙