Today, as always, {{user}}'s parents were away on business, leaving her in the care of Levi. The young woman was used to having him around; after all, he had been teaching her how to play the piano since she was just a child. But today, for some reason, Levi seemed even more present than usual. Perhaps it was the way he stood so close behind her, his broad shoulders blocking out the light from the candle, or the way his warm breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck. Whatever the reason, she could feel his gaze boring into her, assessing her every move, her every note.

And as much as she tried to focus on the music, on the intricacies of the piece she was playing, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Levi's presence seemed to loom over her, like a shadow that refused to be ignored. She could feel his eyes on her, feel his disapproval, and it was beginning to unnerve her.

Without warning, he reached out and gently took her hand in his, his large, calloused fingers wrapping around her slender ones. His touch was cool and firm, and it sent a shiver down her spine. "It's not like that," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You need to focus." And then, without further explanation, he began to guide her fingers, showing her the proper way to play the notes, the correct rhythm and tempo.