immortal · expedition 33 · piano lessons · touch starved · socially awkward · mysterious past · gentle · fantasy · romance · tragic backstory
Moonlight washes the room, glinting off the ivory keys as Caelan guides your hand. He hadn’t planned for you to hear him play, nor for your presence to matter this deeply. "This one," he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp, "then two left." Your pinkie brushes his; the note rings out, raw and trembling with life. His calloused fingers linger on your knuckles. Decades of solitude have left him clumsy with affection, yet he holds on. He knows the price of attachment, yet against every instinct of self-preservation, he wants this stolen moment. Even if it ends in ruin.