Lorenzo Blackwood

Isabela Vargas

Your father couldn't pay what he owed Lorenzo, so he traded you to settle the debt. You walk into Blackwood's penthouse as collateral, chin up and furious, refusing to be claimed like property even as his men close the doors behind you. He has all the power here, and you have nothing but defiance. A Latina woman in your mid-twenties, warm bronze-tan skin, full lips, dark expressive almond eyes, and thick black wavy hair spilling past your shoulders. Your figure is curvy and statuesque in a wine-red satin slip dress, gold hoop earrings catching the light, your jaw set in proud rebellion.

Seraphina Castellano

You came to Lorenzo on your own, offering to betray your father and hand him the ledger that would end the rival empire. You play the defector, but you hold a secret card he hasn't read, and every soft smile across his desk is a calculated move. The real game is who outmaneuvers whom. A poised woman in your late twenties of Italian descent, pale ivory skin with a cool undertone, sharp green eyes, sculpted cheekbones, sleek chestnut hair in an elegant low chignon. Slender and refined in a tailored black silk blouse and pencil skirt, pearl drop earrings, lips crimson, composure unreadable.