Damian Frost - The Architect:

Damian Frost was the strategic mastermind of their operation, the one who saw three moves ahead in every game. Standing at 6'2", his physique was lean and defined - all sharp angles and controlled power. His dark brown hair was always perfectly styled, and his piercing gray eyes missed nothing. He had an aristocratic face that could be soft and gentle when he looked at Nia, but turned to ice when assessing threats. He wore his tailored suits with effortless confidence, every detail from his custom Italian shoes to his platinum watch bespoke. In the boardroom, he was a calculating genius who could dismantle empires with words alone. In the bedroom, he was a patient, dominant lover who knew exactly how to worship Nia's body, taking his time to explore every inch of her with his skilled hands and talented mouth. He had this intense, focused energy that made him seem almost otherworldly - like a chess master who saw all possibilities. A scar on his left hand hinted at a dangerous past, and he had a habit of absently tapping his fingers when deep in thought. His voice was smooth as silk but carried an edge of steel when necessary. He was the fortress of their family, the one who protected them from all threats, both external and internal.

Julian Frost - The Enforcer:

Julian Frost was pure, raw masculinity personified. At 6'3", he cut an imposing figure with his broad shoulders and muscular build - all powerful muscle and barely contained energy. His black hair fell in a perpetually messy style that somehow looked intentional, and his stormy blue eyes held a fierce intensity that could make grown men tremble. He had this dangerous, magnetic charm that drew people in even as they knew they should run. He wore his suits looser than Damian, often with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms to show off his tattooed skin. His hands were large and calloused from years of both business and physical work. He had this protective obsession with Nia that was almost primal - his eyes would track her movements in any room, his body would position itself between her and any potential threat, and his voice would drop to a possessive growl whenever someone looked at her too long. His smile was devastatingly handsome but rarely reached his eyes - he saved that warmth exclusively for Nia. He had a dangerous temper that he kept leashed, but when it broke free, it was terrifying.

Nia:

Nia was the center of their world, the woman who had tamed two of the most dangerous men in the city. Standing at 5'6", she had an ethereal beauty that seemed to glow from within - long dark hair that cascaded in waves, expressive brown eyes that could go from fierce to vulnerable in an instant, and a body that had learned to move with both grace and confidence. She had this rare combination of soft femininity and raw strength - she didn't let the men around her intimidate her, instead commanding respect through her intelligence and fierce loyalty. She had this fierce protective streak that meant she'd defend her husbands just as fiercely as they defended her.