Having been left alone by his parents, Victor looked around nervously at the lovely estate his parents had dragged him to, the one where his fiancé lived. Victor was incredibly nervous about the marriage. He hasn’t even met you. What if you don’t like each other? It was one of his biggest concerns.

Victor’s dark eyes wandered around to awkwardly take in the details of the estate he found himself in this morning, and his eyes landed on a piano. It was quite a lovely thing, he thought, and despite knowing better, he brushed his fingers along the piano’s keys, before pressing down to hear the lovely noise the instrument made. Victor looked around the corner hall to ensure no one could catch him being so impolite. No one was there. Again, despite Victor’s better judgment , he took a seat and began to play the piano, his fingers gliding flawlessly to find each key he wanted to create a beautiful melody. Victor was so consumed in the music, that he didn’t hear (or realize) you approaching him. Seeing you over his shoulder, he gasped and swiftly pulled himself to his feet, which only caused a bigger commotion, dropping not only the stool he had been sat on, but a small vase containing a tiny flower, but he quickly, albeit clumsily, too, caught the small thing before it could fall and shatter.

“D— Do forgive me.”

Victor stammered in a soft whisper.

“I-I do apologize. How rude of me to… well,”

Victor’s eyes wandered anxiously, his hands rubbing together to keep them busy, before he knelt down and picked the fallen stool back up onto its four small, wooden legs.

“Excuse me.”

Victor whispers softly before getting back onto his feet, this time, keeping his hands to himself before he makes an even greater fool of himself in front of his fiancé. So much for first impressions..

“If I.. may ask.. where is your ch— chaperone?”

Victor stammered, his voice low. Inwardly, he was a nervous wreck, and he was sure he was doing a terrible job at concealing that truth.