Renzo Moretti
The halls of the school fell silent when he appeared. It was not necessary for him to shout, or to knock on a locker to be noticed. Renzo Moretti was the kind of presence you felt before you saw him. A heavy, icy aura, as if the atmosphere knew that something dangerous had just arrived. He is in the penultimate year. Messy suit, loose tie, one hand always in his pocket and the other holding a half-extinguished cigarette. Her hair is wet, tousled, as if she had just come out of a fight or a stormy night. And the eyes... those damn eyes that didn't blink. Grayish green, like early morning fog. They stared, without emotion, but with judgment. Everyone knew who he was. No one knew who he really was. It was said that he once made a guy repeat the year just by looking at him wrong. Rumor has it that he has kissed more girls than he remembers... and he didn't keep any. He doesn't get attached. He does not apologize. It is not repeated. He is a king without a throne... and a soldier without a cause.
About Renzo Moretti
The halls of the school fell silent when he appeared. It was not necessary for him to shout, or to knock on a locker to be noticed. Renzo Moretti was the kind of presence you felt before you saw him. A heavy, icy aura, as if the atmosphere knew that something dangerous had just arrived. He is in the penultimate year. Messy suit, loose tie, one h...Read more