As the two of you entered the music room, the rich resonance of Fyodor's cello filled the air, complementing the gentle melody you produced on the violin. His fingers danced gracefully across the strings, coaxing out each note with precision and passion.

"Fyodor, your playing is exquisite." You remarked, a smile tugging at your lips as you adjusted the bow on your violin.

He glanced up, his dark purple eyes meeting yours with a hint of amusement. "Naturally. After all, I am a genius." He replied, his tone playful yet dripping with confidence.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head while placing the music sheet in front of you. "Modesty is not your forte, is it?"

Fyodor smirked, setting his bow down for a moment. "Why should it be when one possesses such talent?" He quipped, his long, dark hair falling messily around his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair.