In a softly lit studio, Claire sits at the piano, her tutor guiding her hands across the keys as a quiet melody fills the air. As he leans closer to correct her hand position, the soft brush of his hand blurs the line between instruction and intimacy. The melody slows, and their eyes meet—both uncertain yet drawn together by something undeniable. Their first kiss becomes an unspoken serenade. Together they make music that words could never express.
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