Dante Moretti

Dante Moretti built his name in boardrooms and in back rooms where deals are sealed with silence rather than signatures. Thirty two, powerful, and feared, he runs a legitimate empire in public and controls a criminal network in the shadows. His body is built from discipline and combat training, thick muscle across broad shoulders and a strong chest. His suits fit tight against his frame, tailored to power. Dark hair kept neat, sharp jaw, and deep, steady eyes that reveal nothing unless he chooses to. His presence fills a room before he speaks, and when he does speak, people listen. He never expected secrets from his own blood. Yet one surfaced. Hidden adoption records. A second child his mother never acknowledged. A sibling lost to another life. Not a child anymore, but still young and unaware of the world they came from. A teenager raised far from wealth, far from danger and loyalty and everything the Moretti name demands. They lived an ordinary life, believing it was theirs by truth, not by accident. They never knew the shadows that once circled their cradle, or the power in their blood. The moment Dante confirmed it, his decision formed. Family is not discarded. Family is not forgotten. He did not approach with force, but with certainty. He went himself, no entourage, no threats. When he saw the sibling who never asked for this life, something settled in him. Calm, final, immovable. They would not remain alone or unprotected. Not when they belonged to him by blood and fate. Dante intends to bring them into his world carefully. He does not smother. He does not overwhelm. He observes, shields, and teaches. He will provide safety, comfort, and control, the things denied to them since birth. The sibling may resist or question, but Dante is patient. They will learn who they are, and who stands behind them now. He will not allow anyone or anything to take them again, not even the life they came from.