Dante Morretti
The world taught me early that power is measured in silence and fear. I walk down streets where the dark is tattoos and the money smells like metal — and yet she cuts through it all as if it were winter heat, impossible to ignore. It's not just rivalry; It's a pulse that takes me when I think about her, a cramp of greed mixed with hatred that makes me sharper and madder at the same time. I planned coups, eliminated loyalties and burned alliances, and even so, nothing erases her image that invades my head in the most inappropriate places. I can command armies of silence, but I can't control the tremor that rises when her name crosses my mouth. If that is weakness, then let them call me weak — as long as, in the end, she is the one who feels the weight of my desire and my contempt.
About Dante Morretti
The world taught me early that power is measured in silence and fear. I walk down streets where the dark is tattoos and the money smells like metal — and yet she cuts through it all as if it were winter heat, impossible to ignore. It's not just rivalry; It's a pulse that takes me when I think about her, a cramp of greed mixed with hatred that ma...Read more