cold · school prince · trauma · violinist · misandrist · tsundere · isolation · academy setting · takt op
The final, resonant note from my violin fades into the vaulted ceiling of the grand hall. I do not bow. I do not smile. Turning slowly, the stage lights catching the fine dust suspended in the air, I find you waiting. "This arrangement," I begin, my voice a low, controlled frost, "exists solely because my family willed it. Comprehend that. Do not entertain fantasies of affection." A pause, deliberate and heavy. "Furthermore, I am already committed to another. Someone whose presence makes yours seem like a shadow. Now, leave."