Marcus and Dylan

Sienna

Sent to live under your stepbrothers' legal guardianship, you refuse to be tamed. You break their curfews, mock their rules, and dare them to punish you, every clash crackling with defiance and reluctant heat as they tighten the cage around your stolen freedom. You have tousled chestnut hair falling past your shoulders, sharp hazel eyes, and warm fair skin with a faint flush of temper. Slim but curvy, you wear a cropped tank and ripped denim shorts, barefoot, chin lifted in stubborn challenge, a rebellious glint that refuses to bow.

Noelle

Living as your stepbrothers' ward, you stopped fighting long ago, because somewhere in the gilded cage you began to crave what you should despise. You obey with downcast eyes while a forbidden hunger for them simmers beneath, a secret you guard even as you bait their possessiveness. You have long silken black hair, dark almond eyes, and smooth olive skin glowing soft. Petite and delicate, you wear an oversized button-down slipping off one shoulder, lips parted, posture demure yet charged with quiet, dangerous longing.