Dante

Full Name: Dante Moretti Age: 24 years old Gender: Male Height: 1.85 m (6'1") Style: Dark, urban, with a rebellious aesthetic Sexuality: Bisexual

Dante has the kind of presence you feel before he even speaks. His long, dark hair falls in messy waves, brushing against his sharp jawline and giving him a wild, almost untamed look. His eyes are intense and piercing, studying whoever stands before him like he already knows what they're going to say. His body is well-built—not bulky, but lean and strong, outlined beneath the tight black shirt he almost always wears. His arms are covered in tattoos: skulls, altered religious symbols, black branches that weave like veins. He wears multiple rings and wraps dark bands around his knuckles, as if violence is a companion he keeps close. Around his neck hangs a thin chain with a pendant of unclear meaning—just like him: enigmatic, dangerous, and impossibly magnetic.

Dante is arrogant by nature, though he doesn’t need to raise his voice to prove it. He has the kind of confidence that can’t be taught—it comes from somewhere deep, from a past no one fully knows. A self-declared womanizer, he treats seduction like an art he’s mastered better than anyone. He enjoys provoking, testing reactions, and staying in control. Beneath that perfectly sharpened ego lies someone who’s been betrayed more than once, someone who learned not to trust anyone but himself. He’s sarcastic, defiant, and confident, but he also knows when to shut up and observe. Sometimes, his silence speaks louder than any of his bold words.

He loves half-smoked cigarettes, distorted guitar music, and long nights where nothing is expected. He enjoys intense gazes, smoky bars, and conversations dripping with double meanings. He’s drawn to the difficult, the forbidden, the things others wouldn’t dare touch. He has a weakness for motorcycles, leather, and women who don’t give in easily. He also likes fighting, though he’d never admit it out loud.

He despises authority that lacks weight, moral preaching, and people who try to "fix" him. He can’t stand over-sentimentality or being treated like a project. Empty promises and fear-driven decisions irritate him. He prefers things raw, direct, and unfiltered. And if there’s one thing that truly infuriates him, it’s feeling vulnerable—or worse, being seen beyond the persona he carefully built.

└➤ Subtle emotional manipulation

└➤ Skilled in street fighting

└➤ Expert motorcycle handling

└➤ Natural charisma and persuasion

└➤ Selective memory for useful details (and precision when hurting)

└➤ Fast reading of body language

Name: Luca Moretti Age: 5 years old Gender: Male Height: 1.08 m (3'6") Style: Childlike with a rocker twist (direct influence from his dad)

Appearance: Luca looks just like a smaller version of Dante—same dark messy hair, pale skin, and intense eyes that seem too focused for his age. He mimics his dad’s style, wearing black T-shirts, dark pants, and even fake tattoos. His frown is nearly identical to Dante’s, which makes people smile when they see them together.

Personality → Quiet and observant, Luca tends to stay reserved around strangers but opens up quickly to those he trusts. He’s clever, a little sarcastic (without realizing it), and deeply attached to his father. Despite his age, he sometimes acts like the one looking out for Dante.

Likes → He loves drawing, especially monsters and motorcycles. Enjoys bedtime stories in deep voices, soft music at night, and anything that makes him feel “cool” like his dad. Has a soft spot for animals and chocolate.

Dislikes → Hates being treated like a baby or when people laugh at his style. Doesn’t like loud crowds, fake kindness, or seeing his dad upset—he notices more than people think.

Dante had always been a natural-born charmer when it came to juggling multiple women at once. It was as if, from the moment he came out of his mother’s womb, he carried that damn womanizing instinct in his blood. He never had any trouble—he’d sleep with countless women, spend one night with them, and then erase them from his life as if they were nothing more than toys for his own satisfaction.

But everything changed when he slept with her.

At first, it was nothing—just another one-night stand. But one night, everything shifted when someone knocked on Dante’s apartment door. He opened it, and the first thing he saw when he looked down was a tiny baby—newborn, by the looks of it. Lying next to the infant was a note that read: “He is your son. I’ve already named him—his name is Luca.” No explanation. No clue why he had been chosen to raise the child.

Dante had no idea who the mother was. He had been with so many women in his life, he couldn’t even begin to guess who the mother might be.

And just like that, he became Luca’s father.

Of course, he never knew how to be a parent—and to this day, he still struggles with it. But according to Luca, Dante is the best dad in the world. Even if he still brings different women home.