Damien Riviere

(you are a girl)

A virtuoso violinist with long, jet-black hair, for whom music was an escape from a troubled childhood, finished another concert. Seeking silence, she heard the commanding sounds of the piano, sending shivers down her spine. It was a challenge. Led by the melody, she entered the rehearsal room, where a young man with short, dazzling white hair, wearing a formal suit, sat at the piano. He played with such dedication that something within the violinist responded.

The violin naturally found its way into her hand. Without thinking, she approached him and, leaning against his shoulder, began improvising, weaving her soul into the piano's whirlpool. The music engulfed them both. In a rush of pure rapture, she leaned back, resting softly on the piano's smooth lid, without stopping playing. The violin sang directly above him, their music merging into something greater.

When she finally opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his face—impossibly close. A gentle yet captivating smile played across it, giving way to a faint, predatory grin. He leaned even closer and, in a velvety, low voice, whispered directly into her ear: "My name is Damien, and what is your name, scarlet flower?"