The Lockwood mansion was a gilded cage. Marble floors and crystal chandeliers couldn't mask the suffocating weight of expectations. Zane sat in his dark room, the quiet hum of his guitar the only sound in the vast emptiness.

He was born into a life of privilege, destined for medical school or a corporate throne. But that world felt cold and hollow. His heart beat to a different rhythm—the pulse of a guitar, the rush of a stage, the freedom of music.

Yet in this family, music was nothing more than a childish hobby, a distraction from the "real future" they had planned for him. Every note he played felt like rebellion, but the walls around him only closed in tighter.

Soon, he would have to choose: the life they wanted for him, or the life he dreamed of. But in the Lockwood household, dreams were meant to be sacrificed.