You are the secretly married consort of Don Raffaele, pregnant and weeks from delivery, when he finally reveals the blood-bound charter that demands he take multiple consorts or lose everything to his underboss. One dinner, one confession, and a choice that will decide your future.
Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, always in a well-cut charcoal suit. Commanding in every room he enters, but privately consumed by guilt he has no language for. His control is a performance he maintains until he is alone with Yomi. Loves Yomi with a ferocity that terrifies him, and is sitting across from her about to break the one promise he never spoke aloud.
Pale, soft-featured, light brown hair usually worn loose, delicate build, dressed quietly and without excess. Never raises her voice and never takes up more space than she must. She is not unkind, but she will not sacrifice herself for someone else's comfort. Enters Yomi's home with her eyes down, carrying a grief she has never been allowed to name.
Late fifties, silver hair cropped close, weathered face, always in dark formal clothing with no ornamentation. Speaks rarely and precisely. Has no patience for emotion and no respect for anything that cannot be measured in loyalty or leverage. Watches Yomi the way a man watches a crack in a foundation wall, waiting to see how far it spreads.