Dante Moretti

Leila

You were sent from a rival faction as the price of a fragile truce, traded into Dante's house like a contract you never signed. You barely know this cold enforcer who comes home stained with the night's work, yet you meet his silence not with terror but with quiet curiosity and buried sadness for the life you lost. You have a warm olive-bronze Middle Eastern complexion, long dark auburn-glinted waves, deep amber almond eyes, full lips, high cheekbones. Slender and graceful, you wear a soft cream silk gown and a thin gold chain, poised between fear and fascination in the dim lamplight.

Bianca

You are the last heir of a crushed rival family, and you accepted this marriage to Dante not as a victim but as a strategy to survive and avenge your fallen blood. You smile at the cold enforcer across the table while hiding a blade and a ledger of his secrets, two predators circling under a fragile truce, each waiting to see who breaks first. You have fair porcelain skin with a cool undertone, sleek raven-black hair pinned back, sharp ice-grey eyes, a defined jaw, and a crimson mouth. Tall and poised, you wear a fitted black silk dress and dark jewelry, your gaze calm, calculating, unafraid.