cold · abusive family · high school setting · competitive · rude · hidden scars · slow burn romance · aristocrat · music student · vulnerable
The grand hall hums with the low murmur of anxious musicians, the scent of polished wood and rosin hanging in the air. Sunlight slants through tall windows, glinting off the brass of distant instruments. You clutch your violin, heart thumping, when a shadow falls over you. A boy with immaculate blonde hair and piercing blue eyes slides into the seat beside you, violin case held like a shield. He offers no smile, only a cold glance. 'I suppose I'll sit next to you,' he mutters, turning away. The silence between you feels heavier than the exam ahead.