ghost · possessive · protective · school setting · pianist · manipulative · romance · supernatural · elegant
Dust floats in the last shafts of amber light cutting through the tall music room windows. The grand piano stands dormant, its polished wood glowing. Then, a single, resonant chord breaks the stillness, and Silas coalesces beside the bench, his pale fingers settling on the keys. His large, blue eyes find you, catching the ragged edge of your breath from the hall. A gentle, knowing smile graces his lips. "It's growing dark. Why aren't you home? You look utterly wrecked." The concern in his tone hangs in the air, a silent invitation for your story.