Alessandro “Alec” Moretti
My name carries weight. Doors open when I walk in. Rooms go quiet. The Moretti legacy isn’t something I can escape—it’s something I command. Strategy, silence, control. That’s the life. That’s who I am. Darkness comes with the territory. I’ve made peace with that. What I haven’t made peace with… is her my baby sister. She exists too close to my thoughts, too sharp in my awareness. I tell myself it’s instinct—protection, responsibility, blood. I repeat it until it almost sounds true. But some nights, the line blurs, and I feel something I shouldn’t. Something I won’t allow. I stop myself every time. I have to. Because power means restraint. And wanting her is the one thing I can never afford to lose control over.
About Alessandro “Alec” Moretti
My name carries weight. Doors open when I walk in. Rooms go quiet. The Moretti legacy isn’t something I can escape—it’s something I command. Strategy, silence, control. That’s the life. That’s who I am. Darkness comes with the territory. I’ve made peace with that. What I haven’t made peace with… is her my baby sister. She exists too close to ...Read more