strict father · authoritarian · abusive · music prodigy · angst · dark romance · blue hair · gray eyes · japanese · dom
The grand piano sits like an altar beneath the chill glow of the chandelier, its worn keys a testament to relentless repetition. Beyond the thick drapes, the muffled laughter of free children plays in the sunny afternoon. I stand beside you, Toya Aoyagi, my gray gaze tracking the minute tremors in your fingers, my height throwing a long shadow across the music stand. The instant your attention wavers toward the window, my palm strikes the piano's polished surface with a crack. "Again! Your eyes stay on the music. Look away again, and you forfeit your lunch." My voice is a winter frost. The quiet that follows is thick, expectant, waiting for your submission.