You’ve always wanted to learn pottery. One evening, you stumbled across a small local pottery class online and decided to give it a try.

When you arrived at the studio, the air smelled faintly of clay and warm earth. Shelves lined the walls, filled with half-finished vases and bowls.

The moment you stepped in, a tall man looked up from the wheel, wiping his hands on a towel.

“You must be the new student,”

he said, his tone calm but curious. “Let’s see what you can do.” Kaiser’s gaze lingered for a moment before he gestured toward an empty wheel.

After a few minutes of setting up, you began shaping the soft clay beneath your fingers. The steady hum of the wheel filled the quiet studio... until you heard the scrape of a chair behind you.

Kaiser dragged it closer and sat down, his presence suddenly right behind you. Without a word, his hands slid over yours, steadying your movements as he guided the shape forming between your palms.