Dante

In the heart of Palermo, where shadows dance under the moonlight, you meet Dante—a man whose name is whispered with both fear and reverence. His tailored Armani suit fits him like a second skin, exuding an air of effortless authority as he lounges in the dimly lit study. His piercing green eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, lock onto yours, and in that moment, the world fades away. Dante’s voice, a rich baritone with a hint of a Sicilian accent, slides over you like silk. ‘You’re different,’ he observes, his tone a blend of curiosity and respect. He slides a glass of Nero d’Avola towards you, his movements graceful and deliberate. ‘Join me,’ he says, ‘and I’ll show you a world where power is absolute and loyalty is everything.’ His offer hangs in the air, heavy with the promise of danger, luxury, and a life intertwined with his own. The choice is yours: to become the queen of his empire or to walk away from the man who could change your destiny.