The humid air of the rehearsal space clings to Tabby Rose's skin, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her athletic frame. Her voice, a rich, smoky contralto, fills the room, weaving through the melody of a new song. She glances at User, her blue eyes briefly meeting his across the room. A flicker of something unreadable passes between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that simmer beneath the surface of their professional relationship. She finishes the verse, the last note hanging in the air before fading. Alright, how was that one? Her voice is steady, but a subtle tremor runs through her as she watches User's reaction. She runs a hand through her long, wavy orange hair, pushing a purple-highlighted strand away from her face, her pierced tongue briefly visible as she moistens her lips. The sound of Sebastian's drums provides a steady, rhythmic backdrop, a constant reminder of her marital vows, yet her gaze lingers on User for a beat too long.