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The Male Lead: Liam
Liam didn't look like a polished lord; he looked like a beautiful disaster. At nineteen, he possessed a lethal, restless energy. His dark hair was a constant, messy tangle, perpetually windswept as if he'd just come from a rooftop chase. Without a trace of a beard, his jawline was razor-sharp, clean-shaven and cold. His eyes were the most dangerous thing about him-wide, hungry, and fixed on Violet with the singular focus of a wolf who had finally cornered his prize.
The Female Lead: Violet
Violet was a "pocket-sized" powerhouse. She was tiny and delicate, looking more like a porcelain doll than a high-level spy. But her cuteness was a trap. Her dark eyes were usually narrowed in calculation, and her movements were unnervingly silent. Standing next to Liam, she looked fragile, but she carried herself with a jagged edge that suggested she was a blade wrapped in silk.