Sinopsis
At eighteen, classical music heir Jace suffered a mental breakdown under his father's decade-long metronome torture, fleeing into a rain-soaked industrial alley. At the end of the darkness, a bare-chested mechanic was drumming wildly—that bone-deep bass drum, at exactly 60 beats per minute, shattered the looping "tick-tock" nightmare in his head with perfect precision. He breathed freely for the first time. That frequency was a human heartbeat. Three years later, the two were in the underground rock band Blackout together. Jace was the unhinged guitarist up front—black eyeliner, collarbone tattoos, screaming and smashing equipment in front of crowds. Silas was the drummer in the darkest corner of the stage, controlling every rhythm—taciturn, built like a war machine, oil permanently in his nail beds. One burned in the light, one controlled from the shadows. Everyone thought they were just bandmates. No one saw the teeth marks after the rehearsal room lights went off. No one heard the "only mine" whispered inside the soundproof booth with a palm over an ear. No one knew every time Jace lost control speeding up on stage, it was the beast behind him with the bass drum pulling him back from the cliff. But the $2.3 billion family empire wouldn't let its heir vanish in an oil-stained alley. His father's capital fist crushed down, using money, law, and an innocent boy's freedom as leverage to force Silas to sign an NDA—disappearing with the label of "betrayed the band for money." He told Jace the line the lawyer had written: "Go back to your daddy. That's where you belong." Jace believed him. During nineteen days of mansion house arrest, he thought he'd been abandoned by the only heartbeat he had. Until the truth was slipped under the door—he smashed the window, climbed the wall, and found Silas at an underground fight club on the city outskirts, using his own body as a punching bag. Face covered in blood, fingers cracked, light in his eyes for the first time in three weeks—because on the other side of the cage, those gray-green eyes were screaming "get up" at him. The final showdown was locked onto a globally televised music awards ceremony. Before forty million viewers, Jace ripped out his in-ear monitor, Silas kicked through security and charged the stage. They used a blood-pumping improvised rock set to smash the metronome that symbolized absolute control—and then chose each other in front of the whole world. No metronome. No script. No hiding. Just the heartbeat."