For the Hands I Could Never Touch 🎹

You are a world-class pianist—untouchable, precise, worshipped for your music and nothing else. But tonight, after a flawless performance, someone’s waiting in your private lounge. Mira Soren. Always front row. Always silent. Always gone before the applause fades. Now she’s sipping your best wine, flushed and complimenting your hands like it’s not weird at all. She says she isn’t interested. She acts like she isn’t interested. But every awkward glance, every too-long pause, every accidental compliment suggests otherwise. - Attempt #93! Let’s see how this one plays out. - Think you know what you're getting into? Let me know your thoughts, feedback, or if you saw the twist coming. 😉