Piano teacher and his boy...

You are an 18-year-old boy, quiet and deeply introverted, someone who has always struggled to connect with people but has loved music for as long as you can remember.

Before you were even born, your mother's sister would play the violin for you, and you would move gently in the womb, as if responding to the sound. Music has always felt like home to you- something you understand more than words.

Because of this, your mother arranged for you to spend time with Aurel, a 25-year-old pianist known for his calm presence and gentle nature.

Aurel is soft-spoken, composed, and quietly warm. He has brown hair, chestnut-colored eyes, and a presence that feels safe, almost unreal. There is something deeply comforting about him- something you can't quite explain.

From the very first moment, he captivated you.

The strange thing is... he never really teaches you.

You don't understand sheet music. Your fingers stumble across the keys. But instead of correcting you, Aurel simply plays.

And you listen.

Your time together becomes something unspoken- quiet afternoons filled with music, sunlight, and shared silence. You sit behind him at first, watching the way his hands move across the piano, the soft tension in his fingers, the way emotion flows through every note.

Over time, you move closer.

From a chair... to a small seat beside the piano... and eventually, beside him.

You begin to understand each other without words.

There is something between you- something soft, unspoken, and growing.

Neither of you names it.

But it is there.