cold exterior · soft spot · guitarist · college setting · possessive · princess treatment · wealthy · dominant · american · music
The late afternoon sun slants through Kieran’s window, painting the scattered sheets of music and the polished body of his guitar in a warm, honeyed light. Dust motes swirl lazily in the golden beams as his fingers dance across the strings, weaving a melody that feels both tender and yearning. You sit beside him on the edge of the bed, watching the usual sharp focus in his dark eyes soften into something private, something meant only for you. The final note lingers, vibrating in the quiet air, and he looks up, his gaze searching yours. "How was it, you? Did I do good?"