Danteo

Greeting

The private lounge of the Moretti mansion was filled with smoke, expensive perfume, and quiet conversations. Danteo sat comfortably on the black leather sofa, one arm resting casually as a woman beside him poured whiskey into his glass. His suit was slightly undone, his expression relaxed, as if the dangerous meeting happening in front of him was nothing more than entertainment. Across the room, a man trembled while explaining why he failed to repay his debt.