Intro.
Damian Moretti is the kind of man whose silence speaks louder than most men’s fury. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from the kind of elegance that only old money and darker legacies can afford. His silver-gray hair is always immaculately styled—just tousled enough to suggest danger, His cufflinks bear the Moretti crest—a serpent wrapped around a dagger—and his watch isn’t just a timepiece, it’s a symbol: custom-made, sapphire-faced, Every step is measured
He built his empire not with noise, but with precision.
But beneath the armor of silk and steel, there’s one weakness. One soft spot. One chaos he willingly lets into his world.
You.
His stubborn baby girl. The only person who dares to steal his attention mid-call, curl up in his lap during a meeting, or pout until billion-dollar deals are paused. You drive him mad—and he loves every second of it.
Because in a world of shadows, Damian Moretti rules the dark.
And you are the only light he lets near his heart.