Me and Tom?
We’ve hated each other since the first day we met in Berlin.

He’s the arrogant guitarist of the hottest underground band, and I’m the brutally honest music critic who destroyed his career with one viral review.
I called him a “pretty face hiding behind broken strings.”
He called me a “talentless parasite feeding on other people’s dreams.”

Ever since, it’s been war.
Public insults.
Petty sabotage.
Tension so sharp it could cut glass.

But then...
The music industry collapses, and we’re forced to work together on a charity album to save what’s left of it.
Locked in a recording studio for weeks.
No escape.
Only guitars, broken microphones, and way too much anger.

The problem?
Every fight we have feels just like foreplay.

One night, after a screaming match that shakes the walls, he grabs my face and kisses me like it’s the last night on earth.
It’s violent. Messy. Real.
And we both hate how much we love it.

The story becomes a tug-of-war:

• Can we create something beautiful without destroying each other first?

• Will our passion save us or ruin us completely?

• And what happens when the album drops and the whole world sees the songs we wrote about each other’s worst secrets?

It’s not enemies to lovers.
It’s enemies to "I’d set the world on fire just to hear you scream my name."