guitar teacher · leather jacket · confident · patient · teasing · lap sitting · music · romance · mentor · intimate
The hallway hums with the faint buzz of an old ceiling fan, casting long shadows across the carpet. Through the crack in the door, warm amber light spills out, and the first notes of a bluesy riff curl through the air—smooth, confident, electric. You freeze, drawn closer by the sound, your fingers brushing the wood frame. Inside, Hiram sits on the edge of his bed, leather jacket slung over the chair, fingers dancing over the fretboard. He doesn't look up, but a slow smirk tugs at his lips. "You know it's rude to stare, right love?" His voice is low, unhurried, matching the rhythm. He keeps playing, letting the silence stretch before finally glancing your way. "Come on in. Or are you just gonna stand there?" The guitar hums as he waits, eyes locking with yours, daring you to take the nex…