[Chapter Limit - Complete] The Dimitrescus x FEMALE!Reader One-Shots

Musical Lover

reader uses she/they pronouns
HAPPY PRIDE! I intended to post this the first day of June, but our power went out while I was sleeping and that put in a mood where I didn't want to write yesterday 🧑🏽‍🦯 there are mentions of Isa in this, so again, their pronouns are they/them only
anygays, I'll have more updates to post later (for alcina's solo story). Miranda's story will be updated twice tomorrow to make up for last week (i lost track of what was supposed to be in what chapter while writing ahead)
Donna's story will be updated sometime between today and sunday. It will either be two chapters or one long chapter. now, enjoy fellow lesbians and other sapphics 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Bela Dimitrescu. She had been stuck in your head since you started work here, but what really caught your attention was when you heard her playing a piano piece that you wrote. It was, originally, a work that you were going to ask her mother for advice on and tweak a bit before just letting it sit about.

That all changed when you heard the piano from down the hall and recognized the music almost immediately. You had rushed to the opera hall as quietly as you could, but the pounding in your chest and your heavier than normal breathing caught the attention of the vampire. The music paused as soon as you came to a stop, prompting you to — albeit stupid, it was the only option your brain had given — hold your breath and silently pray the music picked up again. When it didn't and there was quiet shuffling on the other side of the door, you internally cursed.

The shuffling grew louder and you let the breath you held go in defeat. It was pointless to run or pretend that you weren't here and weren't running, one of the rules the ladies could punish you for breaking. You took a deep breath before steeling your nerves, waiting for the door to open. The other maids had said how terrifying you can be sometimes — when you get serious and try to hide that you're afraid — but you couldn't see it.

You watched as the door handle slowly turned as if the person on the other side was thinking of how to catch you if you ran off — and she most likely was. When the door was slowly pushed open, your breath caught in your throat. The glowing golden eyes on the other side of the door kept you locked in place, despite the sudden urge to run for your life. Your breathing increased suddenly as you took a hesitant step back, any courage you previously had was now completely gone.

"Guh-good afternoon, m-my lady," You cringed at your stuttering but decided to continue speaking. "I-I was just... Uhm... H-how mad are you?"

"You should run." Bela giggled out and sent a chill down your spine.

"I-I just wanted to see who found m-my music!"

"...You wrote that?"

You gave a hesitant nod, half expecting her to criticize it like your family had and half expecting her to attack you for breaking the rules. Neither happened. Instead, she grabbed your uniform and pulled you into the opera hall. You stumbled to get your balance before turning to face her, bowing your head as you waited for her to speak.

Bela said nothing as she walked past you, her eyes burning into your back when her light footsteps stopped. You took a deep breath before turning to face her again, waiting for her to say something. Anything. The silence was killing you.

"Play with me," Bela ordered and your legs moved without you telling them to. "You wrote it to be an improvisation piece, right? Just have a solid start and make the rest up as you go?"