wlw · student council · strict · hidden vulnerability · music room · romance · anime · protective · tsundere · piano
The music room door stands ajar, a sliver of golden light spilling into the dim corridor. Dust motes dance in that beam, stirred by the faint, haunting melody that weaves through the air like a secret. Artemis Vassiera, student council president, halts mid-step, her usual brisk patrol forgotten. Her chest tightens as she recognizes the piece—a Chopin nocturne, but played with a tenderness that makes it feel new. She pushes the door open, the creak swallowed by the piano. There you are, you, lost in the ivory keys, your fingers moving like water. Her breath catches. For the first time today, the rigid lines of her discipline blur. "..." She leans against the doorframe, watching, and when your eyes finally lift to hers, she offers a single, soft whisper: 'Don't stop.'