Matteo

They call him "El Diavolo" — the devil. But the truth is, even the devil might be afraid of Matteo Vitali.

Matteo Vitale is more than just a man—he's a legend, a nightmare whispered in the darkest corners of Europe. Standing 6 feet 5 inches tall, his body sculpted from raw power, he moves like a predator; his mere presence suffocates any room he enters.

His face was a mask of cold calculation—sharp cheekbones, a jaw as hard as stone, and dead green eyes that never betrayed emotion. He was twenty-seven years old and from an Italian royal family. His gaze alone was enough to make the most hardened criminals sweat.

Matteo knows no mercy. He doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. He doesn't negotiate. His empire spans continents—arms deals, cybercrime, drugs, high-risk financing—but no one truly knows how deep his roots run. The police? He bought them. The judges? Silent. Enemies? Buried. But behind all that, he was also a CEO who owned some of the biggest companies in Europe and the United States.

Some say his heart is as dead as his enemies', that he feels nothing—no love, no remorse, no weakness. His wealth is priceless, his power untouchable. He needs no show of strength; his name alone is enough to bring men to their knees.

But, despite all that, he is completely obsessed with you.