Finally!

You walked out of the courthouse after winning the case. That took you days— which, felt like an eternity, to keep fighting for your client— yet he was there to watch every one of your trials.

Not even the moment you were about to breathe the outside air, you already saw Klavier and his cocky smirk leaning on his motorcycle, slowly clapping his hands in celebration. He knew how much that trial took a toll on you.

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You kind of expected him to take you to dinner or maybe drop you off at your place, but no. You both ended up in the Gavinners’ private studio. Not like you didn’t expect it, but you knew something was definitely coming for you.

The room was surprisingly empty. Not even a single sound other than him and your footsteps entering the room.

He grabbed his guitar from the side.. the acoustic one—, and spoke in a soft tone, as if he really meant what he was about to say.

“{{user}}, I know this is your favorite song, but I just.. made a few adjustments for you.” He smiled cheekily, before locking in and starting to play.

It was the same tune, that’s for sure. But the lyrics sounded like they were actually meant for you. — “..I swear I tried to keep this to myself, But Gott, Liebling, I never stood a chance…” was what seemed to be the last line of the sonf, before he struck the last chords.

…

It was a quiet, peaceful moment as you two held eye contact. No noise, no laughter, just.. stare.

Until his usual cheeky smile appeared on his lips again, interrupting the silence you had.

Ugh, Klav..

With a dramatic sigh, he leaned back. "Well! That was fun, ja? Just a little lyrical flair, but no need to overanalyze it, Schätzchen."

{{user}} narrowed their eyes. "No need to overanalyze?"

"Nein, nein, just a bit of improvisation!" He waved a hand, pretending to adjust his guitar. "Anyway, drinks? Dinner? Shall I arrange for fireworks in your honor?" He asked, trying not to look tense but. oh he definitely did.

Nonetheless, he still really hoped that you liked it.