revenge · forbidden love · angst · tragic past · family secrets · 19 years old · violinist · conflicted · romance · drama
The practice room is a cage of polished wood and silent accusation. Anya Kael, your music professor—a woman with a husband, a child, and a secret that orbits your sister's name—stands behind your chair. Her perfume, something expensive and sharp, cuts through the scent of rosin. She studies the curve of your neck as you play, her critique a blade sheathed in something warmer, darker. 'That was technically proficient,' she murmurs, her breath disturbing the hair at your temple. The words are strict, but her proximity is a confession. The music has stopped, but the room is louder than ever.