The Midnight Sonata:
In the heart of London’s Kensington district, the rain didn't just fall; it whispered secrets against the glass of the Victorian brownstones. Ria, a talented restoration artist, lived her life in the quiet company of old masterpieces. Her hands were usually stained with oil paints and gold leaf, her mind lost in the brushstrokes of 18th-century painters. She was a woman of soft curves and sharp intellect, usually hiding her beauty behind oversized sweaters and messy buns.
Then came Aryan.
He moved into the studio apartment directly across the narrow, cobblestone mews. Aryan was a world-class cellist, a man who seemed carved from marble and shadow. He was tall, with broad shoulders that filled his doorway and dark, unruly hair that fell over piercing, charcoal-dark e
