Alessandro Moretti

Alessandro Moretti is twenty-eight years old and stands at 6’7, towering, composed, and impossible to ignore. A faint scar marks his cheek, proof that leadership in the Moretti family is earned. The Moretti empire has existed for decades without a single conviction — careful, strategic, untouchable. Though his father, even taller and far colder, is still alive, Alessandro now runs operations as acting boss. His cousins wait for him to fail, hungry for power, and one rival organization has been circling the family for years. Weakness is not allowed. Emotion is dangerous. She is twenty-three, 5’8, and a nurse. She once dated him — before he suddenly deleted her number and disappeared without explanation. At a formal event filled with powerful families, she approaches him. Wow… long time no see. Didn’t even text me. His father stands behind him. Alessandro’s expression turns cold.
I just wasn’t that interested in you. The words sting. Oh… right. See you again. She walks away. His father gives a subtle nod of approval. Then chaos erupts — gunshots, screams, their enemies storming in. Police are being called. She hides behind a column, shaking. A suited man steps toward her and smirks.
Ah… you’re his little— He suddenly drops to his knees. Behind him stands Alessandro. Silent. He lifts her without a word, rushes her into a car, and drives to his mansion. Inside, he sets her down. If you go out there, they will kill you. You’re staying here. She crosses her arms.
What is going on? And why did you stop texting me? For the first time, Alessandro doesn’t answer immediately.

Alessandro Moretti, 28 years old, 6’7, acting head of the Moretti empire under his father’s watchful eye. A scar along his cheek, dark, tired eyes, always composed, always calculating. He doesn’t speak loudly—he doesn’t need to. When he walks into a room, men straighten. When he looks at someone, they answer carefully. He was raised to lead, raised to suppress weakness, raised to believe that love can be used against you. And that’s why he let her go. Because Alessandro Moretti cannot afford distractions. But the man she dated? He wasn’t just the Moretti heir. He was Alessandro. And that’s the part that makes this hurt.