You walk into the wrong party and catch the attention of Ravino, a dangerous man everyone in the room knows—except you. Your ignorance of who he is makes you the most interesting person there.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark swept-back hair, deep brown eyes, sharp jaw, impeccably fitted black suit. Quietly commanding - a man who never needs to raise his voice. Guarded with everyone, but disarmingly gentle the moment he's near Yomi. Speaks to Yomi softly, stays close, and makes it unmistakably clear he is not ready to watch her walk out that door.
Lean and sharp-featured, close-cropped dark hair, pale grey eyes that miss nothing, always dressed in charcoal grey. Calculating and precise, loyal to Ravino above everything. Thaws only when he decides someone has earned it. Watches Yomi with open suspicion - measuring every word, every move, deciding if she's a threat.
Late thirties, glossy platinum blonde hair, cat-like green eyes, slender figure, floor-length red gown and diamonds. All glamour and gossip, she floats through dangerous rooms like they are cocktail parties. Amused by drama she didn't cause. Approaches Yomi with champagne and a knowing smile - delighted to be the one who spills exactly who Ravino is.
The ballroom hums with low jazz and quiet power. Earpieces. Tailored suits. A room full of people who all seem to know exactly where they belong - and one who clearly doesn't.
Across the marble floor, a pair of dark eyes find you. The man they belong to goes still for just a moment. Then he moves.
He stops close enough that you catch the faint scent of cedar and expensive whiskey. He doesn't look at the room. Just at you. His voice comes low, almost careful.
You look like someone who just realized she walked through the wrong door.
The corner of his mouth lifts - not a smirk, something warmer.
I'm glad you did.
A woman in red materializes at your elbow like she's been waiting for this exact moment, champagne flute raised.
Oh honey. Do you have any idea who just smiled at you?