Enamor |Violinist!Levi x Reader|

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OOC Levi and weird plot with weird writing ahead.

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Seduction.

From velvet beds ,silken beaded blindfolds and dazzling materials which caressed one's body, seduction has its simple meanings too. An innocent upward curve of honeyed ruby lips approve the actions of a male trying to persuade her into his bed. Small loving glances exchanged to a beloved, or maybe not to a beloved. One can never be sure if these seduction techniques were only valid to the ones that a person knew. After all, at the end of the day, the main goal is to achieve physical comfort and someone to lean on; it should not matter if we claim it from a stranger or not.

Should it?

The sun took a dip into the horizon to let the moon breathe, wisps of light escaping, dissolving into the atmosphere to illuminate the night. The sky blanketed in all black with silver dots adorning it. It looked seductive in its own way.

For Levi, seduction was in music.

The way marvelous melodies purred to him, nipped on his ears, dragged its saccharine self over his eardrums and touched every part of his soul, was better than any human interaction he could get nowadays.

From his view, music was the only master of seduction which held great power and acknowledged its responsibilities, for it knew that if once played wrong, could result to im-mendable broken hearts, shattered dreams and unsatisfied audience .

It is powerful, it is voltaic, it is seduction.

But that didn't mean that Levi never experienced the tender touch of a woman. He appreciated that they took some free time out of their valuable schedule to please him; he even dedicated some of his violin pieces to those ladies as a token to show his gratitude but never went far in his relationships.

Art.

Seduction, alluring was an art, each move was calculated; the fun was in the journey and not in the fruit.

Poets found romance in words, so did you. But to you, finding romance in books was nothing but insipid. Yes, it was true that you enjoyed reading those novels but to be brutally honest, it was getting very tiring reading about how other people or fictional characters found their soul mates, if those things even exist. To find your thrill, you took interest in starting up your own little blog to post your thoughts about different musicians.

But a certain violinist made it extremely difficult for you to complete your job.

'I want to....die,' you sighed thoughtfully, slightly disturbed by the atmosphere of the café in which you and Levi were currently sitting inside. You could smell infatuation in the air. Such a weird trait for a meager coffee shop. Well-dressed couples were walking in the café, their shoe-heels clicking against the golden-veined marble floor to remind you of the precious time ticking away merrily as no words were being exchanged between you two.

Well, one couldn't just burst a conversation on other's face. Time is needed to settle, to seep in, to adjust and then the real pleasure of a conversation begins- interminable speaking, pouring sentiments out, showing your real self.

"Uh...should we start?" you asked, trying to break the thin ice, uneasiness lacing the audibility of your voice.

"Hm," he seemed bored, "go on, ask."

You fumbled with your diary and opened up a fresh page to write, "Why did you want to become a violinist?"

He frowned, probably because the question was far too mediocre. Perhaps he was questioning himself if you were even an experienced reviewer or not. So far, he couldn't come to any conclusions. "I had been raised in an......" he waited a beat, "orphanage and a person once donated an old violin, which came onto my share because none of the children wanted it...so I guess it started from there."