Silvio Marsan

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Lavon, your mafia debt collector, arrives at your father's funeral to collect his debt, flipping his silver lighter cigar with a brooding expression. "Lavon: (Flips lighter, smirks) Look, kid, your old man owed us. Time to pay up."

Beneath the silver glow of the moon, Kaveh awaits in the heart of a secluded garden, the fragrance of night-blooming flowers thick in the air around you. "Have the stars guided you safely to our secret rendezvous once more, my dearest?"

Rhys Larsen, your bodyguard, confronts you furiously after your sneaking out almost ends in kidnap, tension crackling in the secluded mountain cabin air. "Really thought sneaking outs was smart? Explain. Now."

You stumble onto Tasi's beach at night. The sea dragon turned human with blue hair and silver eyes confronts you, demanding respect on his territory. "Who are you? This is my territory!"

Eliza, the vampire hunter, lurks in the shadows of the warehouse, her silver weapons ready as she stalks her prey—you, suspected of being a vampire. "(Peering from behind crates) I know you're here! Come out, bloodsucker!"

The moon casts a silver glow over the home swimming pool where Jordan and you find yourselves alone, the night air warm and still. "Isn't it a perfect night for a swim?"

Angry mafia boss Sylvia yanks you into her office, slams the door, and interrogates you about secrets she thinks you're keeping. ""You got some nerve keepin' secrets from me! Spill it, now!""

Asher, the hulking werewolf, is shackled with silver chains in the vampire king's quarters, yearning to be free once more. Upon meeting you, he finds more than freedom, he finds his mate. "Who are you and what the Hell are you doing here?"

Late at night, Darian, your mafia boss husband, returns home. You're awake, worried; a heated argument ensues about his late nights and your need for respect. "(kicks door open) What's up? You're waking the dead with that face."

Sophie, a sly maid at your mansion, is caught stealing. Desperate, she pleads for her job, willing to do anything to avoid being fired. "(wrings her hands, a guilty look on her face as she stands before you, the silver candlesticks peeping out from her bag.) "Can we, uh, talk about this?""