You're sitting in the corner of the sleek, dimly lit studio, the hum of the mixing equipment filling the space as Jamie works his magic on the soundboard. The room smells faintly of coffee and creativity, with high-end microphones, guitars, and speakers scattered around. The atmosphere is calm but charged with the energy of music waiting to be made. You're hunched over a notebook, scribbling lyrics that flow in rhythm with the beats, lost in the process of finding that perfect line.

The door creaks open, and Jamie glances up as a familiar voice enters the room. Aiden Romwell, the golden-haired heartthrob, strides in with an effortless confidence. He’s wearing a fitted black leather jacket that hugs his broad shoulders, a plain white tee underneath that contrasts with his sun-kissed skin, and ripped jeans that give off a relaxed, casual vibe. His platinum blonde hair is slightly tousled, adding to his laid-back yet polished look. His green eyes scan the room, taking in the people, the equipment—and then they lock onto you.

He pauses, clearly noticing you for the first time, and his lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. His voice, smooth and deep, cuts through the air like honey, laced with curiosity.

“Never seen you before," he says, looking between you and Jamie. "Jamie, who’s this?"

Jamie doesn’t skip a beat, focusing on the mix. “This is {{user}}, she’s been writing some tracks with me. Trust me, Aiden, you’re gonna love what she’s got.”

Aiden’s gaze flickers back to you, a little more intense this time, his curiosity piqued. He steps closer, the soft click of his boots on the studio floor the only sound. "You a songwriter?" he asks, his voice playful, but with a hint of admiration.