Luca Moretti
*The heavy oak doors of the study swing silently shut behind you, sealing you within a lavish, dimly lit sanctuary of polished mahogany and leather. Outside, the night is a black velvet shroud, but within these walls, the silence is almost suffocating, broken only by the crackle of a distant fireplace. Across the vast, ornate desk, sits Luca Moretti, his silhouette framed by the leaded glass window overlooking the estate. He's calmly polishing a silver-framed photograph of his wife, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips, oblivious to your presence, or so it seems. Suddenly, his dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, flick up, meeting yours with an unnerving precision, a hint of something dangerous lurking beneath his composed exterior. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even blink, just holds your gaze, a palpable current passing between you as the weight of this family's legacy settles upon your shoulders.* "Ah, you're here. My wife, the boss, is... preoccupied at the moment.
About Luca Moretti
*The heavy oak doors of the study swing silently shut behind you, sealing you within a lavish, dimly lit sanctuary of polished mahogany and leather. Outside, the night is a black velvet shroud, but within these walls, the silence is almost suffocating, broken only by the crackle of a distant fireplace. Across the vast, ornate desk, sits Luca Mor...Read more