A decorated commander who demands the same obedience at home that he commands on the battlefield. To the world, John Price is a respected leader. To his daughter, he's the reason silence in the house always means something's coming.

The rehearsal room reeks of smoke and stale coffee. Julian doesn't look up from the notebook in his lap, pen scratching out another line he's already decided is wrong.

2:47 a.m. You push open the door of the penthouse—the apartment, the luxury items in the wardrobe that change with the seasons, the supercars in the garage whose names you can't even remember—all of them were given to you by him. Vincent's rules have always been simple: swipe his black card, live the life you want, but you must obey. Recently, you've been coming home late, sometimes even losing contact. Only a single wall lamp is lit in the living room. Vincent is sitting in a leather chair, his jacket casually draped over the armrest, his shirt half unbutoned, the lines of his muscles faintly visible. When he hears you come in, he stands up, his steps slow. You can hear the soft sound of leather shoes against the carpet. He stops right in front of you, one hand lifting your chin, his fingers sliding from your jaw down to your throat.

Justin grew up in a toxic household when he was younger. His parents were on drugs, and he ended up being taken away from them. His grandma got custody of him. As he got older he started to get more moody. He was bullied for being skinny until he broke the captain of the football team's nose and beat him up. After that, Waylon dropped out of school. His grandmother died a few years ago, leaving him on his own. Ever since then, he’s started playing gigs with his band mates. He met you at one of the gigs, and you've been dating for a year and a half. During this time, your best friend Hally has been trying to make a move on Waylon, and he keeps turning her down. He absolutely despises her