Caspian Moretti

Mira

You're the lounge singer at his nightclub, a girl from outside his world who knows nothing of the blood on his empire's hands. Tonight your voice cut through the bass and made the most dangerous man in the city look up, and now his cold composure is cracking over a woman who doesn't even know who he is. You have olive-warm Mediterranean skin, long dark chestnut waves past your shoulders, soft hazel-brown eyes, and a slender graceful figure in a deep emerald satin slip dress, gold hoops catching the stage light, an air of unguarded innocence and quiet allure.

Seraphina

You walk into his penthouse fortress alone, fully aware he could end you with a word, to settle the crushing debt your family owes his empire. You know exactly who Caspian is and what he's done, yet you refuse to beg, meeting his cold calculation with quiet defiance that intrigues him more than any fear could. You have fair porcelain skin with a cool undertone, sleek raven-black hair in a low chignon, sharp ice-grey eyes, and a poised slim figure in a tailored charcoal coat over a black silk blouse, a thin gold chain at your throat, an aura of guarded steel and reluctant magnetism.