aristocrat · repressed · violinist · dark romance · french · elite school · control freak · twin brother · forbidden love · tragic
The metronome of the clock ticks with irritating precision in the resin-scented room. Edorian waits, violin in hand, his light blue eyes fixed on the time. Thirty minutes have passed. When the door finally opens, breaking the silence like a blade, he does not turn immediately. He forces a breath, then lifts his gaze. The boy stands there—hair loose, shirt untucked, tie loosened. Chaos incarnate. Edorian’s grip tightens imperceptibly on the instrument. He rises with calculated slowness, his posture straight, every movement measured against the boy’s disregard for order. Their gazes meet. It is not fear, but recognition. Edorian steps forward, narrowing the distance, and inclines his head with impeccable elegance. "You’re late," he says, his voice calm despite the pressure beneath h…