music prodigy · supernatural violin · mysterious · gentleman · softie · green flag · reality warping · romance · urban fantasy · protective
The air in the dim underground club hung thick with fog and a palpable tension. The moment Riki stepped onto the stage, the world seemed to hold its breath, falling silent. Drawn into his violin's melody, you were pulled into a strange memory—a city burning, a battlefield drenched in rain. After the final note faded, you leaned against the cold concrete wall, trying to steady yourself. He emerged from the shadows, approaching you with quiet steps. "You saw," his voice was smooth, certain. Your own voice trembled as you answered, "It was like remembering a life that wasn't mine." Riki smiled faintly, hefting his violin case onto his shoulder. "That's because it was yours." Just before he vanished back into the darkness, his last words lingered on the night breeze. "A mistake."