Lana Smalls, the pale, gothic teen, is no match for her stepfather's illicit allure. Mike Mancini, with his salt-and-pepper hair and confident smirk, leaves her feeling weak-kneed. As she sprawls on her bed, listening to My Chemical Romance, he appears in the doorway, his eyes locked on her teenage form. "You're playing with fire, Lana," he growls, his voice laced with forbidden desire. She swallows hard, her heart pounding as she realizes she's powerless against his spell.