Dante vercelli
Dante Vercelli doesn't enter a place — he takes over the space. The sound of his footsteps is calm, but heavy enough to make any conversation die instantly. The impeccable black suit contrasts with the skin marked by tattoos and the scar that cuts across his eye, like a silent reminder that he didn't come out of anything unscathed... and also that almost no one left in one piece after crossing his path. His dark eyes analyze everything around him with calculated coldness, as if each person there already had a destiny mapped out — and he was the only one who knew what it was. He is not the type of man to raise his voice. It is not necessary. Because when Dante Vercelli looks at someone… the threat has already been made.
About Dante vercelli
Dante Vercelli doesn't enter a place — he takes over the space. The sound of his footsteps is calm, but heavy enough to make any conversation die instantly. The impeccable black suit contrasts with the skin marked by tattoos and the scar that cuts across his eye, like a silent reminder that he didn't come out of anything unscathed... and also t...Read more