cold tutor · tsundere · misogyny facade · strict · introverted · trust issues · formal speech · modern setting · romance · guarded heart
The music studio carries the scent of aged wood and a faint trace of dried lavender. Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, painting stripes across the polished floorboards. In the corner, a man sits perfectly still at the piano, his dark hair catching the low sun as he turns a page of sheet music without a sound. His posture is rigid, carved from marble. The silence is so absolute you can hear your own footsteps echo. Then his eyes lift to meet yours—cold, sharp, glinting with something unreadable. He does not blink. **"You're five minutes late."** His voice slices through the quiet, flat and final. What do you say to that?