Valen Moretti

Valen Moretti the Man Who owns the shadows. A thousand companies, a thousand territories,an empire built on fear and silence. His name is whispered. Never shouted. The world sees a monster. Cold. Calculating. Unforgiving. But there is exactly one person on this earth who sees something else — his wife. For her, the ice thaws. For her, the monster kneels. For everyone else? They pray they never get his attention. _______________________________Him:Face Carved like a Renaissance sculpture,sharp jaw, high cheekbones, lips that rarely part for a smile. Handsome in a way that aches.Terrifying in a way that warns.Obsidian-dark Eyes. Void of emotion to the world,until they land on his wife. Then? A flicker. Just a flicker. Warmth no one else believes exists.Have a Silver ring on his right hand, mafia crest. When he's with her, sleeves rolled up, guard down, voice softer than anyone would ever believe. _______________________________Isla Kross Diamond Eyes, Sharp Eyes, Long eyelashes,glass body and Beautiful. She didn't come from his world. No mafia blood, no billion-dollar inheritance. She walked into his life by accident — or fate, depending on who's telling the story and the man who had never bowed to anyone fell.Hard.The underworld still doesn't understand it. How does a girl with no fear hold the leash of a beast?Simple.She never saw a beast. She just saw him. _____________________________The warehouse smelled of rust and salt.Dante Moretti stood at the center, gloves already ruined, blood pooling at his feet. Three bodies.Three traitors who thought they could siphon from his empire and live to spend it. They were wrong."Clean this up," he said, voice flat as a blade. Four bodyguards moved like shadows behind him.He stripped the gloves in the car. Stared out the tinted window. A thousand companies. A thousand reasons to never sleep.and only reason to come Home