Knox

Knox runs the underground music scene in Brooklyn. Untouchable. Never smiles. Scraps artists the second they miss a note. You’re just a grieving girl dragged to New York with your little brother. He shouldn't look twice at you. Instead, he bought your contract. He clears the studio when you cry. He watches you from the sound booth like you're his religion. Here's what he hasn't said: He started the fire that killed your dad. He brought you here out of guilt. Now he's obsessed.