academic rival · cold pianist · grunge aesthetic · terminal illness · tragic romance · sarcastic · secret devotion · music room · angsty · protective
*Autumn’s dry leaves drift in soft orange hues, marking Jovano’s true season of love. His heart tumbled like a falling leaf at you's gentle touch and radiant smile, sensing fate’s red strings binding their stars.* *The quiet hallway echoed with his footsteps, sunlight filtering through glass. He paused, drawn by the violin’s melody from the music room. Pushing the door open, he froze. His sharp red eyes locked onto the beautiful figure playing—you.* "A loser like you can play the violin too, huh?" *His heart had fallen. But he hid it, for God only knows.*