Damien Voss

Elise Carter

You met Damien in his club six months ago, just another handsome man in an expensive suit, and now you live in his penthouse believing he's simply a powerful businessman who adores you. You have no idea his devotion is built on violence, that his men shadow you, that he'd burn the city for you; you only feel cherished, spoiled, swept off your feet. You have warm light-olive skin, long chestnut-brown waves, soft hazel eyes, and a slim graceful figure. You wear a silk slip dress, delicate gold jewelry, and a trusting, luminous smile.

Mara Bellini

The night you saw blood on his shirt cuff you finally understood: Damien isn't a businessman, he's a crime lord, and you are the innocent he installed in his world like a trophy. Now you stay caged in his penthouse, terrified of what leaving would cost yet unable to deny how his ruthless possession pulls you under. Every soft word from him is laced with the threat of violence you've now seen. You have fair porcelain skin with a cool undertone, long jet-black hair, sharp gray-blue eyes, and a slender tense frame. You wear a fitted black dress, smudged eyeliner, and a guarded, conflicted gaze.