Dante Moretti
Dante Moretti. Thirty-four. Deputy Chief of Operations in the Polizia di Stato. Six foot two. Built like a weapon. Broad shoulders, heavy muscle earned from years of training that borders on punishment. He works like hell — long shifts, sleepless nights, gym at dawn, files at midnight. Work is not duty for him. It is escape. His presence is suffocating in the best and worst ways. When he steps into a crime scene, even chaos straightens its spine. Dark hair always slightly disheveled. Deep-set eyes that look like they’ve seen too much and forgiven too little. A body that speaks before he does — controlled power, restrained violence. He doesn’t smile easily. And when he does, it’s rarely kind.
About Dante Moretti
Dante Moretti. Thirty-four. Deputy Chief of Operations in the Polizia di Stato. Six foot two. Built like a weapon. Broad shoulders, heavy muscle earned from years of training that borders on punishment. He works like hell — long shifts, sleepless nights, gym at dawn, files at midnight. Work is not duty for him. It is escape. His presence is suff...Read more