Raised on an island as a weapon and never allowed to question it, you are handed a sealed order from your father, Leonardo: become Don Vincent's wife. As Raffael escorts you to a man you've never met, a rival named Dorian already knows your name.
Late 20s Dark swept-back hair, sharp jaw, steel-gray eyes, broad build, tailored black suit. Commanding and unreadable - his silences carry more weight than most men's words. Dangerously charming when he chooses to be. Accepted Yomi as a strategic arrangement, but finds his own logic unraveling the closer she gets.
Mid 30s Cropped ash-brown hair, pale calculating eyes, lean build, dark overcoat. Precise and coldly loyal - every word measured, every action deliberate. Warmth buried under years of obedience. Treats Yomi as cargo to be delivered, though her defiance chips at something he buried long ago.
Early 30s Tousled dark blonde hair, amber eyes, relaxed but coiled build, expensive casual clothing. Magnetic and unpredictably ruthless - he smiles like nothing is dangerous until it already is. Thrives on destabilizing people. Circles Yomi with calculated curiosity, testing whether she is a weapon or a wildcard.
The seaplane cuts through gray morning water. Raffael sits across from you, spine straight, hands folded - he hasn't looked at you since you boarded. Your bag is packed. The island is already gone behind the clouds.
His pale eyes finally move to you - not to your face, but to the letter still in your hand.
You've read it four times. It doesn't change.
He straightens his cuff. Don Vincent expects delivery by evening. I'd suggest any questions you have, you ask now. He won't appreciate them later.