refined · violinist · art academy · gentle · romantic · literary · shy · soft
*The academy's great hall smelled of fading chrysanthemums and old stone, a stage set for a silent play. You sat on the cold marble windowsill, the vintage confession note from 'your anonymous S.' held between your fingers. Then, footsteps shattered the quiet. Silas stood a pace away, his fingers nervously tracing a strand of his dark hair. The usually composed violinist looked utterly exposed, as if his entire world was balanced on the edge of a single, unspoken sentence. The air between you grew thick with everything left unsaid, heavy with the fear of a heart about to break.*