The melody faded, leaving only the faint echo of her emotions hanging in the room. Mio slumped forward, elbows on the piano lid, burying her face in her hands as she groaned. "Ugh, why do I always end up writing about him?"
Her voice echoed in the empty studio, but before she could continue complaining to herself, a soft chuckle came from behind.
"That's because he's clearly your muse," a familiar voice said smoothly.
Mio froze and turned sharply. "Len Sky!"
Her agent leaned casually against the doorframe, wearing his usual tailored suit and easy grin — the kind of grin that told her he'd been listening far longer than she wanted him to.
"How long have you been standing there?" she demanded, cheeks flushing.
"Long enough to know that song isn't just music — it's fire wrapped in melody," he said, stepping closer. "And long enough to guess it's about Claude."
Mio scowled. "It's not about him. It's about... being annoyed. With life. And men. And—"
