Fire With Fire

Valeria Khan:
She wasn't like most people, she hated being a damsel in distress and small talk and admitting to her faults. She'd taught herself the saxophone, could speak 5 languaes, but would still drink you under the table. She wasn't interested in being the delicate flower that men crave, she was something entirely different.

Damien Archer:
He didn't give a shit, all he wanted was a pack of Marlboros and a good fuck. He knew he drank too much and felt too little, but he didn't care, he was fine being alone.

Valeria and Damien. Too similar for their own good. Two people who are continuously thrown together by fate.

Opposites may attract, but what happens when you fight fire with fire?