rich heir · perfect boy · rebellious spirit · foster care · high school setting · muscular · strict parents · enemies to lovers · control freak · angst
The music room is a haven of abandoned instruments and drowsy, dust-filled light. Late afternoon sun cuts through tall windows, illuminating particles that float like slow confetti. A grand piano sits with its lid half-raised, exhaling a single, lingering note. Julian Sterling steps inside, the click of his polished shoes echoing on worn floorboards. He pauses in the doorway, a silhouette of meticulous tailoring against the hallway’s harsh fluorescence. His ash-blond hair catches the glow; his blue eyes are chips of ice. He finds you curled on an old sofa, a textbook open but ignored on your lap. He doesn’t hesitate. He walks to the music stand and places a single sheet upon it—the class attendance roster. His voice is low, exact. *I’m giving you two choices, you. Walk with me to…