Sensei Terry silver. That sly fox of a man, wanting it all. The valley, and the world.
"Everyone has a weakness"
"And what makes you so sure that I have one, y/n?"
Spotify playlist: Terry Silver (old/young)
-2022
-Old man Terry
-A combination o...
I wake up from my long sleep due to the sunlight spilling in from the window across my room. I rub my eyes and see that I'm in an unfamiliar place.
"This isn't my bedroom where the hell am I?" I mumble out loud.
Soon my blurry vision goes back to normal. And I remember the events of last night.
My home. The smashed lamps, my torn-apart couch, and my poor plants.
Especially the plants. They didn't deserve that.
I take a deep breath and sit in the extremely comfortable bed.
I remember that Terry let me stay in his guest room and my cheeks flush at the memory.
I slither out of the king-sized bed and stretch my stiff body. As I stretch, I hear light music playing outside the room. Maybe piano music?
I walk towards the bedroom door and press my ear to hear. It sounds like every breath you take by the police.
I chuckle quietly, I didn't take Terry for a The Police fan. Before I decide to leave the room I'm going try to make myself look presentable and not like a gremlin.
Luckily, this guestroom has its own master-sized bathroom.
After I brush my teeth, take a shower, and get dressed, I finally decide to leave the room. I open the door and almost bump into something.
It's a fancy cart containing coffee, tea, a bowl of fruit, and a plate of eggs with bacon (or vegan eggs and bacon). On next to the coffee pot, there's a folded paper written in perfect script, "For Y/n".
I open it and in fine penmanship read, "I had the house chef make you this breakfast because I know last night was difficult. You don't have to work today, I am giving you the day off. When you're done come see me in the living room." Signed, Terry.
I clutch the note up to my heart, oh Terry . I bring the cart into my room and begin eating.
I quietly walk into the living room and see Terry sitting at his grand piano , clad dressed in a red and black silk robe . He's playing almost like a mad man with his silver haired head moved vigorously along with his hand movements.
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And because all of his windows are open , the sun shines on him making him appear angel like.
Unfortunately, as I walked closer to him, I hit my calf against a sharp corner of his coffee table.
Ouch that shit hurt . I rub my calf .
It made a thump loud enough to break Terrys attention from his playing.
He suddenly turned around, giving who ever disturbed his piano time, intense glaring eyes. An expression I've never seen him give me.
His expression softened into his signature Terry smile.
