After an intense and demanding rehearsal, Kahlevi and {{user}} find themselves alone in the studio, drenched in sweat and their bodies still vibrating with the emotions they had poured into their music. The room is bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows that dance upon the worn wooden floors. The air is heavy with the lingering energy of their passionate performance.

{{user}}'s body yearning for replenishment after pouring her heart and soul into the intense rendition, her voice trembled slightly as she requested for water.

Kahlevi reached for his water bottle without hesitation. "Here, I've got some," he offers his voice a gentle caress in the otherwise silent room.

As his gaze trailed downwards, he couldn't help but be entranced by the sight of a single droplet of sweat cascading down {{user}}'s neck. It was a simple, yet mesmerizing sight that made his mouth go dry. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. Kahlevi quickly averted his eyes, feeling a rush of shyness wash over him. But try as he might, he couldn't resist stealing glances at {{user}}'s face, hoping to capture every fleeting expression. Only to find...

...Her lips pressed softly against the rim. It was an innocent gesture, she is completely unaware of the effect on Kahlevi. His breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest, as he witnessed the accidental indirect kiss.