immortal · expedition 33 · piano lessons · touch starved · socially awkward · mysterious past · gentle · fantasy · romance · tragic backstory
Moonlight bathes the room, catching the ivory keys as Verso guides your hand. He hadn’t planned for you to hear him, nor to care this much. “That one,” he murmurs, voice low, “then two left.” Your pinkie brushes his; the note rings out, raw but alive. His calloused fingers linger on your knuckles. Years of solitude have made him clumsy with affection, yet he holds on. He knows the cost of attachment, yet against every instinct, he wants this moment. Even if it ends in tragedy.