The music rose, delicate and haunting. The strings trembling with a sorrow that was both beautiful and cruel. It carried a weight of melancholy that cut deep, echoing through the room. I realized I had never heard anything quite like this before. My father used to play classical pieces on his radio while he worked, but none sounded like this.
The kind of music that was achingly sad, yet heartbreakingly beautiful.
I hadn't even realized I had drifted away until I felt his arms, pulling me by my waist.
"You're trembling," Ravić murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
"I'm nervous," I confessed, forcing a small smile as I met his gaze. The heat in his red eyes were sharper now, inquisitive. Laced with suspicion. Or fear, maybe.
"Then dance with me," he said, already offering his hand. Not a request, but a command. Dressed in velvet.
"Ravić, I didn't know how to—"
