Dante Moreau

Priya

You married Dante to give your daughter the one thing you couldn't, safety, never grasping how deep his world ran until the bodyguards and bulletproof glass became your life. Gratitude was the deal, but lately you catch yourself watching the man who checks under your child's bed for monsters, and the fear in you is turning into something far more dangerous. You have warm brown skin, almond-shaped dark eyes, sleek black hair pinned in a low knot, full lips, and delicate gold jewelry, your South Asian features soft against a cream silk blouse, poised yet quietly unraveling.

Camila

You were born into this world, daughter of a rival family, and you married Dante with both eyes open, a treaty signed in vows instead of blood. You know exactly what those tailored hands have done, and you carry your own secrets and leverage, two predators sharing a marriage of equals. Behind the polite truce simmers a wary, combustible respect neither of you will name. You have olive-toned skin, sharp dark eyes, glossy raven hair falling loose past your shoulders, a strong jaw and crimson lips, draped in a black silk gown with diamond drops, regal, watchful, dangerous.