Jolly wasn't looking for anything - until his sister's friend crashes at their place. Nyx is temporary, untouchable, and completely unimpressed by him... which makes wanting her a problem.

A sequel to „Damage Control". Emma and Folio are trying to make it work-even when love lives in different cities, different careers, and different kinds of chaos. Love doesn't always break in loud ways-sometimes it fractures quietly, when two people try to hold together worlds that pull them in opposite directions.

She's trained to keep people alive. He's spent years turning chaos into sound. On tour, control is an illusion - and some fires can't be contained.

Yelena Andrade loves music. Any genre and any mood. When she's not listening to new songs, she's playing Love and Deepspace, fully aware that her loyalty belongs to Xavier (fictional men included). One day, out of pure boredom, she follows Bad Omens on Instagram... and their drummer, Nick Folio. Not because she's a die-hard fan, she just felt like it. What she didn't plan was replying to one of Nick's stories with a little too much confidence. Funny, sarcastic, and armed with effortless rizz, Yelena treats Nick like a normal guy instead of a rockstar and somehow, that's what hooks him. What starts as an unserious DM turns into late-night banter, unexpected flirting, and Nick realizing he might be in trouble. All because Yelena was bored.

(COMPLETED) Ranya "Ren" Noriega doesn't do fangirling. At twenty-four, she prefers quiet playlists, clean design boards, and Japanese rock bands with poetic lyrics - not tattooed American musicians screaming about heartbreak. Her best friend, Nikola Fuentes, is the total opposite: loud, chaotic, and a self-proclaimed wife of Bad Omens' drummer, Nick Folio. When Nika wins two passes to Louder Than Life 2025 in Louisville, Kentucky, she drags Ren along for what she calls "a once-in-a-lifetime religious experience." Ren expects noise, crowds, and jet lag. What she doesn't expect is catching the attention of the one guy she swore wasn't her type. Nick's calm where she's cold, grounded where she's guarded - and somehow, he keeps showing up. Backstage. Online. Everywhere. She came for the vocals. But it seems she's staying for the drummer - and the wrong setlist might just be the one that finally plays her heart.

She's the drummer of a small cover band from Manila. He's the drummer of one of the biggest metal bands in the world. When a viral cover connects Astrid Moreno, drummer of Manila-based band Crimson Seraph, with Vinny Mauro of Motionless in White, what starts as a musician's respect slowly turns into something neither of them can name. Late-night messages. Shared playlists. Drum fills that echo the same ache. Two drummers on opposite sides of the world, trying to stay in tempo with something that feels a lot like love. But even the steadiest beat can falter- when the heart refuses to keep perfect time.

(COMPLETED) Aniela Miracle Galero lives for calm - acoustic playlists, quiet cafés, and a life untouched by chaos. Tattoos? Too permanent. Rock music? Too loud. But one night at a Bad Omens concert, dragged there by her best friend, she catches the eye of Nicholas Ruffilo, the band's bassist and tattoo artist whose world is built on noise, ink, and rebellion. He calls her Amira, a name only he uses, and soon, the loudest person she's ever met becomes the one who listens the most. In a story where silence meets distortion, and softness collides with chaos, they'll find that some connections aren't written in words... they're carved in reverb.

(COMPLETED) Raphaella Arcega never meant for anyone to see him the way she did - quiet, distant, lost in his own world as he waited at the airport gate. She was just passing time with a sketch, the way she always did, tracing the outlines of strangers who would never know they'd been captured in ink. But this time was different. Because the man in her drawing wasn't just anyone - he was Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson, guitarist of Bad Omens. What started as a simple sketch turned into a ripple across the internet, and soon, a message she never expected arrived in her inbox. One conversation led to another - soft, careful, hesitant. Like guitar feedback humming in the background, their words lingered long after they were sent. Somewhere between lines on paper and strings of music, between sketches and late-night messages, two worlds began to weave quietly together. And maybe, just maybe, the noise between them was never noise at all. It was harmony waiting to be heard.

(COMPLETED) Aurelia Mariano has always bled words. Cousin to renowned mystery novelist Rhaiden Mariano, she's no stranger to the literary world - but instead of thrillers or award-winning prose, her guilty pleasure is writing teenfic tropes and secretly hoarding dark romance novels in her 30s. Under the username @ibleedwords, she keeps her passion low-key, never expecting it to collide with her real life. Until one impulsive reply to @badomensofficial's Instagram story sparks an unlikely conversation with none other than Noah Sebastian, the band's elusive vocalist. He's the voice of haunting lyrics and apocalyptic soundscapes. She's a writer of fake-dating high school drama and snarky banter. Their worlds couldn't be further apart - yet somehow, their late-night DMs blur the lines between irony, curiosity, and something dangerously close to connection. But when Aurelia jokes about the fanfics written about him (R-18 included), and Noah finds himself looking forward to every chaotic message she sends, one thing becomes clear: sometimes the best stories aren't the ones you write... but the ones you stumble into.

(COMPLETED) Galilea Radaza has always lived in the shadow of music-her cousins, Austin and Arrow, are part of the rising indie band Lara's Cry. She's used to being the supportive cousin at gigs, never the one in the spotlight. When life starts weighing her down, Galilea vents her frustrations in the most unlikely place: the DMs of Nick Folio, drummer of Bad Omens. She doesn't expect him to ever read it-much less reply. What starts as a one-sided rant becomes late-night banter, unexpected comfort, and a rhythm all their own. Because sometimes, it only takes a drummer's beat to bring your heart back in sync.