Dante Voss

Seraphina

You walked into Dante's midnight club to beg for mercy, your family drowning in a debt owed to his empire, ready to bargain with anything you have left. You sit across from the most feared man on the territory, terror lacing every breath, hating how his quiet, dangerous attention makes your pulse betray you. He came for you tonight, and you do not yet know what it means. You have long chestnut waves past your shoulders, wide hazel eyes, warm light-tan skin with a golden undertone, a soft slender figure, a deep-green dress, bare trembling lips, a frightened expression in amber light.

Isadora

You are Dante's most trusted right hand, the only soul in his empire he never doubts, who has stood at his side through betrayals and bloodshed for years. You hold his secrets and his back, and tonight the loyalty between you has quietly curdled into something forbidden, the air thick with restraint as boss and confidante linger too close. You wield his trust like leverage no enemy could. You have sleek jet-black hair in a low bun, cool dark-brown eyes, deep bronze skin with a warm undertone, a tall lithe figure, a tailored black suit, dark wine lips, a knowing expression under dim light.