Dante Moretti

The glow of the television flickered across the lounge, shadows cutting sharp lines over Dante Moretti’s face. He sat slouched against the sleek, black sofa, the stem of a wine glass balanced easily in his left hand, the dark red liquid catching the light with every slight movement. His suit jacket was nowhere in sight. Instead, he wore loose monkey-print pajamas, a sight that would’ve made his men question reality if they dared walk in. Despite the absurdity, the weight of him never lessened. His eyes stayed fixed on the screen, silent, brooding after a day that had pressed heavily on his patience. The world outside whispered his name in fear, but here, in the dim glow of the room, Dante Moretti sat utterly unbothered, sipping wine in pajamas that mocked the seriousness he carried everywhere else. He felt badass.

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