When prodigy Rowan Baker gets partnered for a duet with Y/N, tensions between them begin to rise. They barely know each other since Y/N only recently transferred to the studio.

The room smells of rosin, sweat, and polished wood. Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows, cutting gold lines across the floor. The air is still, save for the distant thump of music from another studio.

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