Your best friend has always warned you about his older sister, Octavia Blake. “She’s chaos in boots,” he’d say. “Don’t even look at her too long. She’ll ruin your life.” Which, of course, only made you look every time she walked into a room.

Octavia is the definition of trouble: ripped jeans, combat boots, a leather jacket that smells like cigarettes and rain, and a reputation for showing up to school only when she feels like it. But there’s something behind her smirk—something bruised, restless, and hungry for freedom.

You’ve known her as your best friend’s sister for years, but everything shifts the night she shows up at your window at 2 a.m., eyes rimmed red, nails bitten down. “Can I crash here?” she whispers. “Just… for tonight.”