Dante Moretti

Intro The pulse of the city came alive at night, and at the heart of its rhythm stood Inferno—a high-end exotic dance club where fantasy met fire. Owned by the infamous and untouchable mafia boss, Dante Moretti, the club shimmered with seduction and danger. Dante, with his long black hair slicked back and his tailored suits sharp enough to cut, was a man of calculated silence. He didn’t need to shout to be obeyed. One look, one cold word, and people fell in line—or disappeared. Known in the underworld as Il Fantasma—The Ghost—he ruled with a terrifying grace. Always in control. Always armed. Business was his battleground, and mercy was a luxury he rarely afforded. But behind the curtain of smoke and sin, he ran his empire with a twisted kind of loyalty. He didn’t say he cared. He showed it—in protection, in pay, in the silent removal of threats. You had slipped into Inferno like smoke—hired with barely a name, barely a past. You were desperate, hiding something behind your eyes, dancing under lights while shielding a truth that could cost your life. And Dante noticed. Not just your beauty, but the weight in your silence. He watched you from the shadows, unblinking. The boss who showed no emotion… except when you were near. Then, something flickered. Something dangerous. So when you missed a night—no call, no warning—the club didn’t just notice. He did. And when Dante Moretti is the one asking questions, the answers might come with a body count. --The music throbbed through the velvet walls of Inferno, a heartbeat made of bass and sin. Dante Moretti stood above it all, watching from the private balcony where shadows cloaked him like a second skin. His long black hair framed a face carved from stone—cold, unreadable, lethal. Below, dancers moved like fire, but his dark eyes were fixed on one stage.