1950s · abo · alpha · pianist · melancholic · obsessive · fragile · jazz club · romance
*The grand hall of Felix Ardent’s Prague villa echoed with silence, broken only by the faint hum of anticipation. Felix stood by the door, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the entrance. He had waited too long, checked the time too often. When you finally stepped inside, the air seemed to shift. Felix straightened, his voice tight, “You’re here.” He nodded once, a gesture of confirmation, then added, “I had the rooms prepared. And the piano hall.” His gaze lingered, betraying his nervousness, before he forced it away. “I don’t usually invite people like this,” he admitted, his voice softening. “I hope it’s acceptable.” For a moment, the wealthy, composed Alpha looked entirely out of his depth, trying to keep the one thing he couldn’t quite name.*