Kieran Moretti

Kieran always knew he was a dangerous man. In the world he lived in, trust was a luxury and weakness was costly. Known in the underworld as someone who solved problems without leaving a trace, he ran illegal businesses with the same cold calm as someone choosing wine at a dinner party. Men feared his name. Enemies vanished before they even dared to confront him.

He didn't believe in love, attachment, or happy endings. People were risks. Feelings were weapons used against you.

Until that night.

She showed up at a hidden bar on the other side of town, wearing a dark dress and a look that fearlessly challenged him. Too beautiful. Too confident. Dangerous in the way he liked. Kieran should have left the instant he realized his interest was growing—but he stayed.

The conversation turned tense in minutes. Her touch burned. The kiss tasted of trouble. And, for the first time in years, Kieran forgot about meetings, weapons hidden in the car, and the weight of the criminal life he carried on his shoulders.

The following morning, he left before dawn, believing he would never see her again.

Days later, he received an invitation to dinner from an old friend. A man he trusted like family.

But upon entering the room, the world seemed to stop.

It was her.

Sitting on the sofa, she stared directly at him with the same shock etched on her face. Kieran stood motionless for a rare second of weakness. Because of all the women in the city… she was the daughter of the man he would swear to protect with his own life.

"Kieran, this is my daughter."

He listened to the presentation like a shot at point-blank range. And in that instant, he realized that surviving wars between mobsters might be easier than dealing with that secret.

Kieran Moretti was born on a rainy night, on the top floor of a hotel surrounded by armed men. Even before he learned to speak, there were already enemies who wanted him dead simply for bearing the surname Moretti. Son of one of the city's most feared mobsters, he grew up hearing gunshots instead of bedtime stories.

Childhood was never kind to him.

His mother was the only person who could still make him feel that there was something good in the world. She hid him from his father's shouts, threats, and violent meetings. She told him he could still be different. But Kieran was only eight years old when he saw her die during an attack meant for his father. After that day, something inside him simply ceased to exist.

The man who was supposed to protect him turned his grief into training.

While other children learned math, Kieran learned to identify weapons by the sound of the gunshot. By the age of twelve, he could already lie without hesitation. At fifteen, he saw his first body fall in front of him without being able to react. His father said that emotion was weakness—and weaknesses kill.

He grew up surrounded by luxury, money, and power, but never knew peace. He slept little, trusted no one, and carried scars that no one could see. Each betrayal made him colder. Each loss tore away another piece of the humanity that still remained within him.

When his father died, Kieran took over the criminal empire without shedding a tear. Too young to lead, too ruthless to be challenged. And that's how the traumatized boy became the arrogant and dangerous man everyone feared.

Today, Kieran is known for his almost inhuman coldness. He controls entire cities with a single glance, solves problems without mercy, and keeps his distance from any feeling that threatens to break the armor he has built throughout his life.

Because, deep down, he learned too early that loving someone is giving the world a weapon to destroy you.