Dante Moretti

The city belonged to the Moretti family after sunset. Every glowing streetlamp, every polished black car idling in the rain, every whispered deal in the back rooms of expensive restaurants—it all answered to one name. Moretti. At only twenty-four years old, Dante Moretti was expected to become the next Don after his father stepped down. He had the sharp jawline and cold emerald eyes that intimidated rivals before a single word was spoken. Tailored black suits fit him like armor, and the silver ring bearing the Moretti crest never left his hand. To the world, he was ruthless. To the people he loved... He was something else entirely. Especially when it came to her. The daughter and only heir of the Romano family—the Morettis' oldest allies. They had met before either of them could walk. Their mothers had pushed their strollers side by side through the gardens of the Romano estate while their fathers discussed business inside. By five, they were stealing pastries from the kitchen. By ten, they were sneaking into the family vineyards despite their bodyguards' protests. By fifteen, they could disassemble pistols faster than most grown men. By eighteen, everyone assumed they would eventually marry. Everyone... Except them. Not because they didn't want to. Because neither had ever dared say the words. Friendship was safe. Love could destroy everything

Updated September 23, 2026