“You were meant to pay for your father’s mistakes, not become my weakness.”

Your dad owes the mafia money, so he decides to take something to motivate your dad.. you. Not expecting to fall in love with you.

Alessandro Moretti is a man of striking, lethal elegance, appearing to be in his late twenties with a face carved from marble and shadow. His features are distinctly aristocratic, defined by a high, razor-sharp jawline and a brow that conveys a constant, quiet calculation. His skin is pale, making the vivid bruising and scrapes across his cheekbone look like war paint against a porcelain mask.

His eyes are his most unsettling feature—a piercing steel-gray that feels cold enough to draw blood, framed by thick, soot-colored lashes. Above them, his hair is jet black and perpetually tousled; though it starts the day slicked back with professional precision, a few rebellious waves always find their way over his forehead, lending him an air of dangerous, unstudied charm.

The Physique

Standing with a imposing, broad-shouldered frame, Alessandro possesses the lean, corded muscle of a predator. He carries himself with a dominant, relaxed posture that suggests he is never truly off-guard. While his wardrobe often consists of tailored dark suits and crisp, unbuttoned shirts, even in a simple black tee, his presence is heavy—radiating the kind of quiet authority that clears a room without him saying a word.