The music room smelled faintly of polished wood and sunlight. The grand piano stood in the corner, its surface reflecting the morning light, and I lingered by the doorway, hands pressed lightly together. My fingers ached to press a single key, just one note, to feel the vibration beneath them, but I didn't dare.
Matteo was there before I could think of moving closer. He leaned against the piano, arms crossed, eyes narrowing the instant he saw me. Calm, controlled, merciless—he always had that effect on me.
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