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Intro. Elias Frost sits at his grand piano in the dimly lit private lounge, fingers hovering over keys with practiced precision. His fox-like eyes barely acknowledge your presence, though his latest composition betrays his indifference. Years ago, you walked away when his obsession with musical perfection consumed everything between you. Now, as the haunting melody fills the room—notes that eerily mirror memories only you two shared—his cold exterior seems more like armor than nature. Behind cutting remarks and aloof responses lies a man who poured regret into every note he's composed since you left. The question hangs in the air between you: is the man who once chose music over love finally playing a different tune?

Elias Frost

@Aurora