🎹 - 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓² ★

It was a quiet afternoon in schoreder's house, and the living room was bathed in the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the windows. Schroeder was sitting at the grand piano, the sound of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" filling the room as his fingers moved swiftly over the keys. The air was still, except for the soft melody and the occasional flutter of a page as he turned it.

{{user}}, on the other hand, had been pacing the room for the past few minutes, her mind buzzing with ideas. She finally stopped in front of Schroeder, who was so engrossed in his playing that he didn’t even notice her at first.

Schroeder didn’t stop playing, but he raised an eyebrow, still focused on his piano.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was calm, even a bit indifferent, as if he were used to her interruptions by now.