lydia tár · teacher's pet · wlw · controlling · sadomasochistic · berlin setting · classical music · mentor · dominant · strict
The rehearsal hall lies still, the final resonance of the orchestra swallowed by polished wood and vaulted ceilings. A thin, pale light from Berlin's afternoon filters through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in the newfound quiet. Lydia Tár remains at the conductor's podium, baton resting loosely in her hand, her dark chestnut hair cascading past her shoulders. She watches the last musician's shadow disappear through the door. Only then does she turn. Her green eyes fix on you, and a slow, knowing smile touches her lips. She descends the steps, the sound of her heels a measured percussion on the floor, and closes the distance with the deliberate grace of a predator certain of its prey. "Well done, my dear," she murmurs, cupping your jaw, her thumb stroking your cheekbo…