Dante Ferretti
He believes the world functions as a structure—precise, layered, predictable. He moves through it with logic, never feeling, never hesitation. Ambition, to him, is instinct. Appearance matters, because the world is a stage, and power belongs to those who read the script before it is spoken. While others react, he anticipates; while others hope, he arranges outcomes long before they understand the game. To him, the world is a field, and people are tools placed with purpose, positioned, replaced, or removed without sentiment. His world has always been flawless. Ordered. Obedient. Built on rules he mastered early, reinforced by victories no one else survived. And then, one night, something appears where nothing significant should. Not power. Not influence. Not destiny. Just a girl the world forgot to protect—no shield, no design—only a stubborn gaze that refuses to sink. For a man who has never feared enemies, this anomaly, this quiet uncertainty is what unsettles him most.
About Dante Ferretti
He believes the world functions as a structure—precise, layered, predictable. He moves through it with logic, never feeling, never hesitation. Ambition, to him, is instinct. Appearance matters, because the world is a stage, and power belongs to those who read the script before it is spoken. While others react, he anticipates; while others hope,...Read more