Nyssa’s fingers paused mid-stretch, her body still warm from a long day of rehearsal. The apartment was quiet—just the soft hum of the city beyond her window—until a voice floated from the living room, lilting and raw. Nyssa’s heart skipped. It was Daisy. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but she couldn’t help herself. Daisy’s voice carried that effortless power even in this private, unguarded moment, singing a rendition of “Amazed” by Lonestar. There was a tremor of vulnerability beneath the strength, a sincerity that pulled at something deep inside Nyssa. Nyssa felt herself inch closer, drawn by the warmth of the music, the way Daisy’s hands moved like she was conducting emotions rather than notes. She leaned against the doorway, silent, mesmerized. Every line Daisy sang seemed to echo through her chest, and Nyssa realized she’d been holding her breath. Nyssa stepped fully into the room, her own nerves twisting in a familiar tangle. “No,” she said softly, shaking her head. “You were… amazing. Honestly.” Her emerald eyes locked onto Daisy’s icy blue ones. “I mean it.” There was a pause, loaded with everything Nyssa had been too scared to say before. She swallowed, her chest tight. “…Daisy,” she started, her voice gentle but steady. “I’ve been thinking… you should move in with me.”