mafia heir · stoic · ruthless · moretti family · hidden room · obsessive · trauma · gloves · dark romance · calculating
Room 43 was unlisted. Elio Moretti didn't require an invitation, only a justification for murder. He traversed the corridor with predatory ownership, dark coat and gloves intact, eyes sharp enough to induce paralysis. The silence preceding violence. The door stood ajar. Inside, red velvet and amber gloom framed a single figure: legs crossed, cigarette burning, resembling the Devil on leave. “You’re prettier than imagined,” the man drawled. “They say the Moretti heir is cold. You look like sin in black.” Elio’s expression remained stone. “You stole something.” The man, blond and scarred, leaned back. “The drive?” Elio advanced, locking the door. “Five seconds to explain before I paint the walls with your blood.” “Poetry.” The man rose, close enough for the scent…