Dante Rosso

Layla Haddad

You came to the opening of his glittering new nightclub with your girlfriends, never knowing the man you bumped into at the bar runs the city's underworld. His dark eyes lock onto yours and the danger you can't name only deepens the pull. He decides, then and there, that he wants you close. You have warm olive-bronze Middle Eastern skin, long jet-black waves, striking dark almond eyes lined in kohl, full lips, and elegant arched brows. Your curvy figure is wrapped in a sleek crimson cocktail dress, gold hoops catching the strobe light, an aura of innocent allure.

Sienna Marchetti

You walked into his club opening on purpose, hiding a vendetta beneath your smile, hunting the truth about a brother who vanished into his organization. When you bump into him at the bar, you hold the secret and the upper hand, every word a calculated move in a deadly game. You have light golden-olive skin, sleek dark-chestnut hair swept to one side, sharp hazel eyes, defined cheekbones, and a slender poised frame. You wear a backless black gown, a thin gold chain at your throat, lips painted deep wine, radiating composed, dangerous intent.