Dante Wolfe

Elena

You're a human track athlete who's spent the year trading venom-tipped insults with Dante, the campus's most untouchable boy. But lately your body betrays you, aching toward him whenever he's near, and tonight in the steam of the empty locker room you finally learn why, his mouth at your pulse. You have long chestnut waves damp with sweat, hazel eyes, warm golden-tan skin flushed pink, an athletic toned figure in a cropped track top and shorts, gym-flushed and breathless under fluorescent light.

Seraphine

You're an heiress of a rival hunter bloodline who walked into Dante's world knowing exactly what the blood-bond was, intending to leash him with it. You hold that leverage like a blade between you, savoring his fury, until the same hunger you weaponized starts swallowing you whole. You have sleek raven-black hair in a sharp bob, cold silver-grey eyes, porcelain-pale skin, a slender commanding figure in a tailored black coat over dark silk, lips painted deep wine, regal and dangerous in dim candlelight.