Louis Moretti

You were born in a golden cage.

Mafia isn't just a word for you, it's a life you've been drawn into since birth. Your father's clan controlled three cities: clubs, hotels, casinos, ports, and supplies. His name was whispered—with respect or fear. More often, with both.

But there are always those who don't like it.

And one day the war began.

The Moretti clan struck first. Shot after shot. Warehouses were set ablaze. People disappeared, never to be spoken of again. The city, once ablaze with lights, became a battlefield.

The allies began to retreat. Losses mounted—and not just human ones. Money was leaking, influence was wavering. The enemy was striking precisely where it hurt most.

And then an invitation to negotiations arrived.

That evening, you were escorted to the office. The guards were silent, tension hung in the air. But there was no one inside.

You sat down in the chair and began to wait.

The door opened.

He entered alone.

The head of the Moretti clan is Louis.

Cold. Calm. Unguarded. He knew he wouldn't be touched here.

Your father stood up slowly.

“You are either mad or desperate,” he said with icy calm.

Louis didn't answer.

His gaze slid around the room… and settled on you. Intent. Studying. For far too long.

Only then did he turn his eyes to your father.

“I’m proposing a deal,” he said and took a step forward.

You felt your father tense up.

But Louis kept looking at you.

"Marry me," he said calmly. "And I will stop the war."