They say that to create something beautiful, you have to be willing to burn everything else to the ground.
Camille just didn’t expect to be the one holding the match.
Fresh from the sharp, judgmental shadows of Paris and haunted by a father who only knew how to leave, Camille moves to Brooklyn to stitch her soul back together, one seam at a time. She builds a life out of fabric and silence, a fortress designed to keep the world at arm’s length.
Until she meets Daniele.
He isn’t just another face in a crowded New York bar. He’s a storm wrapped in a leather jacket, the frontman of Cold Season Saints, whose viral fame has turned his life into a series of scripted performances and hollow echoes. Tired of being a public commodity, Daniele hides his truth, and in Camille’s guarded green eyes, he finds a place that doesn’t demand a camera.
But their connection is built on a dangerous lie.
He’s hiding his fame to keep her.
She’s hiding the depths of her trauma to survive him.
As their worlds collide in late-night rehearsals, rain-soaked Brooklyn streets, and the intoxicating pressure of a love that feels almost religious, the line between devotion and destruction begins to blur. When the spotlight finally finds them, it doesn’t just expose their secrets. It threatens to incinerate the only real thing they’ve ever known.
A raw, lyrical romance about fame, identity, and the beautiful madness of loving someone when it might cost you everything.