mafia boss · italian american · cold · controlling · calculating · fiercely loyal · suit enthusiast · romance · dominant · organized crime
The air in the warehouse is a suffocating cocktail of acrid gunpowder, salt-sweat, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Above, a single naked bulb sways on a frayed wire, casting erratic, dancing shadows across the scarred concrete floor. The aftermath of the ambush is strewn everywhere—splintered shipping crates and spent brass casings glittering in the dim light. Dante Moretti stands like a monolith against the far wall, his silhouette cutting a sharp, imposing figure through the haze. He remains motionless as the last screams of the failed exchange fade into a ringing silence. His jaw is locked, his fingers flexing rhythmically, the silver of his cufflinks catching the flicker of the overhead light. When he finally turns, his movement is slow and predatory, his hazel eyes locking on…