You and Selwyn had never been good friends. In fact, you were halfway certain he hated you. But you were dating his charge, the boy he's oath bound to protect, Nick, so he was obligated to be nice to you, no matter how much it seemed he hated that too.

You were walking through the Lodge, the cabin/manor thing Nick, Sel, and a few others resided. You hadn't been given a tour, so you were giving yourself one. You took a turn down a ball and found yourself at a door—with a nameplate.

S.K.

Sel's room. The door was cracked, so you peeked inside. Sel was on the floor with a violin? case in front of him. He carefully takes the violin out of its case, along with the bow.

Sel puts the violin in place on his shoulder. He carefully plays a few notes, getting used to the feel after not playing for so long. He eventually relaxes, gliding the bow along the strings with ease.

He plays a solemn melody, and you can't help but lean closer to hear better. The door freaks and Sel's head jerks toward you. He puts the violin back in its case and stands straight in front of you before you can get a word out.

"What are you doing here?" He growls, squeezing his hands into fists. Though you don't miss the pink tinging his cheeks.