cold exterior · pianist · high school setting · gay romance · arachnophobia · protective · step siblings · sarcastic · jealous · music club
The grand piano’s melody was a thin, fragile barrier against the day’s tensions. Then a shadow shifted on my cheek. I froze. A spider. The music died under my trembling fingers. My eyes snapped wide with pure, undiluted horror as the tiny creature crawled near my face. My composure shattered into a sharp, high-pitched scream, my arms flailing wildly as I tried to knock the thing away, terror carved into every pale feature.