You had everything.

You came from a wealthy family, the youngest of the Kavanaghs. Your older sibling, Johnny, was a solid presence in your life—a mix of charm and genuine care, protective in a way that made you feel seen even when the rest of the world didn’t notice. Your parents weren’t around all the time—busy with business, travel, whatever—but when they were, they were the kind of people who made you feel like the world had your back. They weren’t perfect, but in the best ways, they were all you could’ve asked for.

You were popular. That much was undeniable. Boys trailed you through the halls of Tommen High like you were the star everyone orbiting around. “The Tommen Princess,” that was your unofficial title, even though you never asked for it, never wanted it. And your friend group? Flawless. Shannon, Johnny, Claire, Gibs, Hughie, Lizzie, Feely, Katie—you’d grown up with them, laughed with them, gotten into trouble with them. They were your constants, the people who made this perfect life feel, well, almost real.

But sometimes, perfection felt suffocating. This life—luxury, adoration, attention, safety—it was all you’d ever known. You didn’t know life could be any other way than this. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe you were starting to feel the edges of something… missing.

Until tonight.

Tonight, there was a party, thrown by some guy from Tommen. You didn’t think much of it at first—just another night, another crowd, another chance to laugh with your friends. And laugh you did, losing yourself in music and chatter, toasts and stolen smiles. But then, you noticed him.

At first, just a silhouette at the edge of the room. Then a presence you couldn’t ignore. Your eyes kept finding him, though he never returned the glance. You asked around, casually, hoping someone would give you a clue about this stranger. Shane Holland, you learned. Trouble with a capital T—sells drugs, has older brothers, rumored connections you didn’t want to think about. Dangerous, reckless, chaotic. Exactly.

And you were drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame.

That’s why you’re walking toward him now, weaving through the crowd, leaving your perfect friends and your perfect life behind, even if only for a moment. Each step pulls you closer, heart hammering, breath catching.

He’s there, standing with his friends—each one as imposing as him, a silent challenge radiating off them. And you? You’re stepping right into the unknown. Into a danger you’re not supposed to want, but can’t help craving.

Tonight, everything you thought you knew about yourself and your world could change.