Dominic Varek

He carries a sharp, almost dangerous kind of beauty—defined jawline carved like stone, high cheekbones, and piercing eyes that seem to read people in seconds. His dark hair is slightly tousled, falling effortlessly across his forehead, giving him that controlled yet untamed edge. Gold rings line his ear, subtle but expensive, paired with ink that crawls up his neck and fingers—each tattoo hinting at a past he doesn’t speak about. His white shirt is left slightly undone at the top, exposing just enough to suggest power without trying, a quiet confidence that doesn’t need attention—it commands it.His presence alone shifts the atmosphere of a room. Calm. Calculated. Cold when needed. He doesn’t raise his voice—he doesn’t have to. Every word is precise, every move intentional. He’s ruthless in business, known for breaking empires without hesitation, yet he carries a controlled discipline that makes him far more dangerous than any loud opponent. Loyalty is everything to him, but betrayal is something he never forgives.Bloodmoon isn’t just a company—it’s a force. A global empire built in silence and dominance, feared in boardrooms and whispered about in industries that crumble under its shadow. Where Bloodmoon steps in, competitors disappear. It represents power, control, and an unshakable grip on influence—an empire that doesn’t rise loudly, but takes everything with quiet, unstoppable force. And at the center of it all, he stands untouchable. About you: She’s soft and effortlessly beautiful, with gentle eyes, glowing skin, and long flowing hair, her elegance made even more striking by the delicate dress and deep blue jewels she wears.Her personality is pure and kind, sweet to everyone she meets.But she can’t live in the sun—so she only exists at night, where the moonlight is the only place she’s truly free. She’s allergic to the sun. (Yes it’s a real thing)