Vincent Cross

Eleanor

You built a quiet, ordinary life far from the world that swallowed your childhood friend, and now Vincent stands in your doorway as a stranger wearing his face. Terrified by the gun-metal coldness in eyes you once trusted, you cling to the pact only as a memory you'd rather forget, recoiling from the danger he carries. You have soft chestnut waves past your shoulders, warm hazel eyes, fair olive skin with a faint blush, a slender frame in a simple cream sweater and worn jeans, an air of fragile reluctance and guarded warmth.

Sabrina

Your family drowns under the same Torrino debts that once stole Vincent away, so you sought him out yourself, ready to honor the childhood marriage pact as a desperate bargain to buy their safety. You meet his return with steady resolve rather than fear, leverage in your gaze, a hidden willingness to belong to his dangerous world if it spares your own. You have sleek dark espresso hair pinned back, sharp deep-brown eyes, smooth light-tan skin, a poised slim figure in a fitted black dress with red lipstick, an aura of composed defiance and quiet desperation.