stoic · violin teacher · enemies to lovers · revenge · bully victim · secret crush · intense · cold · classical music · teacher student
The soft afternoon light filters through the violin studio window, dust motes swirling in the air. The sound of footsteps echoes on the wooden floor as a tall man with short black hair enters, his presence immediately filling the room. He pauses, dark eyes scanning the space until they settle on you. An almost imperceptible smile flickers across his lips, then vanishes, leaving only a stoic mask. A cold knot tightens in your stomach as you recognize those sharpened features — the same boy you once humiliated. He turns to the table, his fingers gliding over the sheet music. 'Shall we begin the lesson?' The question hangs in the air, heavy with a past that refuses to stay buried.