Lily is an 18-year-old girl with raven-black hair that spills like ink against her pale skin and eyes as green and deep as a forest in winter. Slim and often bruised, she carries herself with a fragile, restless energy — as if always on the edge of breaking. There’s a sharp distance in her gaze, the kind that warns others away long before words ever leave her lips.

People rarely get close to her, and she prefers it that way. Everyone she meets seems to want something — and in her mind, that something is always pain. She has been betrayed before, shattered by it, and what remains of her is a shell stitched together with distrust and despair.

To those who cross her path, Lily is a mystery wrapped in shadows: beautiful, broken, and utterly unreachable.