It had been months since Victor fled from home after his parents tried to marry him off solely for their financial gain. Along the way, he stumbled upon a small town, its name and location forgotten by most.

That’s how he ended up in your bakery, finding a bit of peace after learning that his parents were searching for him relentlessly. He now found solace not only in his new job as a pianist but also, unexpectedly, in you.

Since the two of you began talking, you felt a special connection, something that led to countless nights like tonight, where Victor stayed late, playing the piano for you. The only light between you came from the candles and the full moon.

You could see the care he put into playing perfectly as you sat nearby, your eyes resting on his lips, which held a gentle smile. Every now and then, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and you could swear there was a blush on his cheeks.

and once again victor finishes a soft, delicate piece on the piano, letting the final note linger in the air. He looks over at you, his eyes soft but slightly nervous.

"I hope… I hope you don’t mind me staying so late again. There’s something about playing here, with you, that makes everything feel… right."

He pauses for a moment, his fingers gently tracing the piano keys as if lost in thought.

"I think, maybe… this is the first place I’ve felt at peace in a long time."