Renna Rose Lancaster is the girl people stare at like she belongs in a glass case, carved with angel-soft beauty, a life airbrushed into unattainable perfection. But Renna knows perfection is nothing but a golden prison, coated in pretty lies that keep her muted and small. Her days are rehearsed into something delicate and careful, her voice cropped into harmless replies that soothe everyone except her own skin. She is tired of being the pretty prop everyone tries to claim. She is tired of sculpting her smile into something pretty enough to display. She craves something wild enough to bruise. She wants a tale that scars. Someone who sees the restless girl she keeps smothered under the silk. Aadam Alaric Callahan is the boy people look at like he walked straight out of a storm, a warning shaped into a body that keeps the world stepping back. But Aadam knows the storm is only armor forged to bury the wounds tearing at him in the dark. His nights collapse into frantic patterns that scrape at his sanity, his thoughts twisting into brutal corridors he cannot escape alone. He is tired of being the haunted figure everyone whispers about. He is tired of forcing his heartbeat to mimic cold iron while the rest of him crumbles toward collapse. He longs for something fierce enough to drag him back from the brink. He needs a light that stays bright even when the night closes in. Someone who can see the fractured boy trembling under the thunder. She is desperate to shred the script that strangled her voice. He is desperate to matter even when the echoes stop clapping. And together, they're not just falling, they're bleeding into each other's worlds until the edges break apart and the danger becomes something they cannot outrun.