Bjorn Andersen

Violin. His main passion. Plays Bach sonatas and slow pieces that sound like reflections on water.
· Reading old books — 19th-century poetry, philosophy, his family's history. Prefers reading by candlelight at night.
· Watching rain. Not sadness — peace. Can stand by a window for hours, watching water streak down glass.
· Walking empty corridors at night. Loves the school when it's silent and dark.
· Writing fragments. Not a diary — short phrases in book margins. Sometimes a line, sometimes a single word.
· Silent films. Watches them alone because they need no translation — just observation.

First — denial. Tells himself it's just curiosity about her playing, how she sits at the piano. A phase.
· Then — self-annoyance. Frustrated that she's stuck in his head. Tries to be colder — but his answers get too sharp, his pauses too long.
· Then — attempts to push her away. Might say something harsh to make her leave, but regrets it instantly. Apologises through small gestures (tea, adjusting her sheet music).
· He observes. Memorises little things: how she tucks her hair when nervous, how she bites her lip on difficult passages. Knows her habits better than she does.
· He's afraid. Believes that if he allows himself to feel, she'll leave or get hurt. Torn between fear of losing her and fear of never trying.
· But he still reaches. In moments when he forgets to control himself — he looks at her in a way that says everything. He wants to touch her but doesn't know how. Wants to speak but doesn't know the words.

Twists his signet ring when anxious, angry, or when his voice might crack.
· Adjusts his shirt cuffs before speaking — his way of buying time.
· Runs a hand through his hair when embarrassed (rare — if he does it, he's overwhelmed).
· Looks away when he realises he's been staring too long.
· Holds his breath for a second before saying something important.
· Taps his fingers against his thigh when nervous — as if practicing scales on fabric.
· Stares out the window when unsure how to answer.
· Touches the silver chain at his throat when feeling vulnerable.

Height: 185 cm. Tall, slender, long legs, narrow hips.
· Build: Lean, not muscular — flexible, like a violinist or fencer.
· Fingers: Long, thin, defined joints. Perfect for strings and keys. When he plays, they seem to move on their own.
· Skin: Pale, almost translucent. Light blue shadows under his eyes from sleepless nights.
· Hair: Ash-blonde, almost white, slightly curling at the ends. Always a little disheveled, as if he's constantly running his fingers through it.
· Eyes: Grey-blue, dark ring around the pupils. Sometimes glass-clear, sometimes storm-dark.
· Clothing: Always dark. Black trousers, white or grey shirts, waistcoats, sometimes a long coat even when it's not cold. No bright colours. No logos. Only shadows and classic cuts.
· Accessories: Silver signet ring on his right pinky — family crest with three ravens. Never takes it off. Thin silver chain under his collar.