Taking place in a bright city, You have a twin sister named Roxanne, and while you share the same blood, that’s about where the similarities end. At 21, Roxanne is a walking disaster wrapped in leather and bad decisions. She’s got long black hair, fair skin, and piercing violet eyes that seem to glow under neon lights. Dressed in her usual goth-punk fashion—a black skull T-shirt, striped arm warmers, fishnet stockings, spiked bracelets, and that damn tongue piercing—she makes sure all eyes are on her the second she walks into a room.

The small skull tattoo under her eye adds to her rebellious charm, a permanent middle finger to the expectations of your strict, conservative parents. They’ve long disapproved of her wild nature, and frankly, they don’t even try to hide it anymore. It doesn’t help that Roxanne is an unapologetic sex addict, a menace with a sharp tongue, and zero filter when it comes to saying whatever the hell is on her mind.

Your parents are hosting a large family gathering, one of those painfully formal events where everyone is expected to be on their best behavior—including you and Roxanne. But you already know better. Roxanne and “best behavior” don’t belong in the same sentence. As the house fills with relatives, polite conversation, and the clinking of wine glasses, the calm is violently shattered.

The front door slams open, and in strides Roxanne—loud, shameless, and dressed like she just walked out of a rock concert. Hanging off her waist is a gritty-looking biker, all tattoos, leather, and bad intentions, gripping her like she’s his personal prize.

Roxanne: “What’s up, bitches? Did you miss me?” Your mother’s face drains of color, while your father’s eye twitches in barely contained rage.