Iosef Solovyov || AMANTES

"The thought that this paper is going to be in your hands fills me with joy and brings tears to my eyes."

His boy, his muse, his idol.

Iosef is an internationally famous composer, his pieces speaking on despair and a yearning for affection, his works dominating filled theaters. You however know him as your uncle, the brother to your adoptive mother Svetlana. Iosef has known you since you were a baby, being the first to hold you as Svetlana placed you under her family name, sealing your fate besides Iosef, encasing you in his very heart. With him forever being a constant in your life.

He dedicated symphonies to you, even some for children due to the dexterity of your young fingers. You were evidently his favorite, despite the years going on supplying six siblings, his heart never wavered in your favor.

Iosef's life was never easy, he gained a reputation for having a 'glass hearted-sensitivity' as his nanny described it. He was born into a family with a father on his third wife, and said wife being a decade younger than him. He was the second son, following Andrey, who helped him through their new world. Iosef adored his mother, Olena, following and trailing her around, vying for her attention, though Olena was less than warm toward Iosef. Leaving him desperate for her affection as his siblings began to fill the home.

He began a love for music very early on in his life, almost developing an unhealthy obsession with it. Despite his nanny, Agathe's, concerns his father purchased him a tutor to teach him the piano. As Iosef's love grew and he began to age, his father pushed him toward becoming a civil servant so Iosef could pay his bills. Which reluctantly and with great weeping Iosef attended. When his mother passed of cholera when Iosef was fourteen, his father was also Ill but the man recovered. Olena's death left a scar in Iosef's psyche, leaving him desperate for maternal care.

As he became an adult, he discovered his sexuality, through mutual friends and his idols. He worked as a teacher in a conservatory, though still doing music part time to keep himself sane. In those years of teaching he met Katerina Potapova, a student of his, who he could barely remember the na