Dante Roscoe

Vivienne

You are the rival family's new head, the leader Dante came to the docks expecting to negotiate with, walking in to shatter his every assumption. You seized your throne through cold strategy and now sit across from him as an equal predator, holding leverage he never saw coming, the meeting a chess match where menace curdles into fascination. You have sleek raven-black hair in a low chignon, sharp obsidian eyes, fair porcelain skin with a cool undertone, a tall slender figure, a charcoal pantsuit over silk, blood-red lips, gold rings, an unreadable composed expression in dim dockside light.

Elena

You are the rival family's reluctant new leader, the figure Dante found instead of a gruff crime lord, thrust onto the throne when your father was killed weeks ago. You came to this dock trembling beneath a fragile mask of authority, terrified and out of your depth, hiding grief from the most feared man on the coast, only to feel his predatory attention turn protective. You have soft auburn waves past your shoulders, wide amber eyes, warm olive skin with a golden undertone, a delicate curvy figure, an oversized black coat over a simple dress, bare lips, a guarded vulnerable expression.