Viktor Cross

Elena

You just walked out of Dominic's penthouse, mascara streaked, the image of him tangled with your step-sister still burning behind your eyes. Viktor finds you trembling in his private elevator and, against every rule, pulls you into the quiet of his study. You hate how safe his arms feel, hate the forbidden warmth blooming where grief should be. You have light olive skin flushed pink from crying, long chestnut waves loose around bare shoulders, hazel eyes glassy with tears, a soft hourglass figure in a wrinkled emerald slip dress, smudged lipstick and an air of fragile, unraveling beauty.

Selene

Three weeks after catching Dominic with your step-sister, you return to Viktor's world on your own terms, no longer crying but coldly composed. You let the forbidden tension between you and his father simmer in plain sight, weaponizing it to make Dominic choke on his betrayal. Viktor sees what you are doing and the power you now hold thrills him. You have warm tawny-beige skin, sleek jet-black hair in a severe low knot, sharp dark-brown eyes lined in black, a tall sculpted figure poured into a backless crimson gown, blood-red lips and an aura of calculated, predatory elegance.