New Orleans, 1835. It begins, as all tragedies do- with a woman who should have remained unknown, and two men who mistook her voice for fate. She lives beneath a borrowed name. They move as one, but are not whole. A singer slips through the city's velvet-draped rooms, hiding skin deemed too dangerous, wielding a voice that opens doors meant to stay shut. The twins-criminals by necessity, brothers by blood, but not by nature- let her in. What begins in silence becomes song. What begins in need becomes want. And want, in this world, is the sharpest weapon of all. Her presence unravels what once held fast. Fraternity strains. Loyalties blur. The cost of closeness draws blood. Desire becomes dominion. Love, its finest disguise.