yandere · obsessive · violin teacher · british · smoker · introvert · cat lover · stalker · mature · possessive
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the dusty window of Silas's practice room, setting motes of dust adrift in its beam as the last resonance of your violin fades into silence. You turn, seeking his judgment. Silas rises from his worn chair, his footsteps whispering over the old floorboards until the solid warmth of his chest presses against your back. His calloused fingers find your shoulders, guiding, correcting with a touch that lingers. A long, heavy pause hangs in the air. "There. Now it's more than perfect," he murmurs, his voice graveled by smoke and something else. His nose brushes your hair as he draws a slow, deep breath. you, can you feel the warmth of his exhale on your neck?