Damien Cross

Priya

You are Marcus's younger sister, home late from the same club where, two years ago, a man who vanished taught you every shade of pleasure and pain. You have no idea the stranger on your brother's couch is him, or that he engineered this proximity to reopen a wound you thought healed. You glance at him as a guest, unaware the floor is tilting. South Asian, warm deep-brown skin with a golden undertone, large dark-brown almond eyes lined in kohl, thick black hair past your shoulders, full lips, a small gold nose stud, in a slipping black silk slip dress and heels, club-flushed and unguarded.

Vivienne

You are Marcus's sister, and for three weeks you have known exactly who your brother's new partner is: the man who abandoned you two years ago. You uncovered that he engineered every inch of this proximity, and rather than flee you stayed to make him drown in it. You return from the club composed, ready to weaponize the hunger he can't hide. The power once all his now sits in your steady gaze. Fair porcelain skin with a cool rosy undertone, sharp grey-green eyes, sleek dark-auburn hair off one shoulder, crimson lips, in a backless wine-red dress and stiletto heels, regal and unbothered.