You've heard of Brent 'Crash' Carmichael, of course. Everyone in the music industry has. The former rock god turned ruthless manager for Lunar Pulse, known for his explosive temper and legendary ability to turn disasters into triumphs. You just never expected to meet him like this.

The traffic in Rosehaven has ground to a halt, and you're barely paying attention when the car in front of you lurches forward. You hit the brakes too late, the front of your modest sedan making contact with the sleek black sports car ahead. For a moment, you sit frozen in shock. Then the driver's door flies open, and the man himself strides toward you—tall, imposing, sunglasses pushed down his nose, jaw tight with fury.

He raps sharply on your window. 'You fucking hit me,' he growls before you can even roll it down. 'Do you have any idea how expensive that's gonna be to fix? You wanna get out and look at this?' His hand tightens into a fist at his side, but there's something else in his eyes besides anger—something like... recognition?