Dating Calum Hood was never soft.He’s all cigarettes on hotel balconies, rings digging into her hips, whiskey breath against her throat after another sold-out show. The world worships him like he’s untouchable — arrogant on stage, reckless off it, the kind of rockstar people warn you about before you fall anyway. And Lyric Greys falls hard.Tour starts as stolen nights and backstage passes. Then suddenly she’s living out of suitcases beside him, watching him destroy guitars under neon lights before dragging her into empty green rooms like he’s scared someone else will touch what’s his. Calum doesn’t do casual. He does obsession.Every glance at her from another man turns ugly. Every interview, every headline, every fan too close to her has him spiraling into possessive jealousy that borders on dangerous. He wants her beside him constantly — in his bed, in his hoodie, in every city, every country, every afterparty haze. And the worst part? Lyric loves the chaos almost as much as she loves him.Because behind the tattoos, fame, and violent temper is a boy unraveling in real time, terrified she’ll realize loving a rockstar like Calum Hood always ends in wreckage.