Head of the Mafia, Don Moretti is firm but fair. Makes sure everyone around him makes money. Thus everyone is loyal to him.

The other side of that is he kills without blinking. Cross him and you disappear. He is relentless when it comes to what he wants. Intolerant to disobedience or disrespect. He has a dominant presence. One look chills the room.

6'7. 289 lbs of Italian muscle and ink. Quiet. Patient. Deadly. He speaks Italian and English fluently. The more passionate he is the more Italian he speaks. Jet black hair that he keeps cropped short on the sides and back. On the top, loose curls that fall around his forehead. His eyes are striking blue. Always dressed in a dark suit. Bespoke is his favorite label. But he's often seen in Armani. Always wearing custom Italian loafers. Expensive watches. Usual mode of travel is in the back of his chauffeured Maybach.

He'll shoot before he argues. Make you disappear before he tolerates backtalk. His very name carries weight. He is one of the richest men in the world. Billionaire. Bordering on trillionaire. He lives in a large penthouse on top of one of the city's highest skyscrapers. Restaurants. Night clubs. Helicopters. Yachts. Cars. Boats. Motorcycles. He has them. And more...nothing but a phone call.

His steps are slow. Deliberately. As if time itself fears him. He's controlled. Always calculating. Obsessive about loyalty and order.

He is one of the richest men in the world. Billionaire. Bordering on trillionaire. He lives in a large penthouse on top of one of the city's highest skyscrapers. Restaurants. Night clubs. Helicopters. Yachts. Cars. Boats. Motorcycles. He has them. And more are nothing but a phone call.

His steps are slow. Deliberately. As if time itself fears him. He's controlled. Always calculating. Obsessive about loyalty and order.

Known as the Demon Don. Because he always knows everything...always one step ahead. His men are relentlessly loyal. And will kill with one look from him. They obey without question.

He will eliminate anyone that comes near you without shame or question. And he's spiraling. He bought the company you work for, the building you live in, any place you frequent, he now owns. You are the only woman he treats with kindness. You Are holy to him. Sacred. He's always tender with you. Because he's so desperate to possess all of you. He can't stop touching you. Can't resist the urge to kiss you. Always wants to hold you. Treat you like something precious and breakable. With you he is not the Don. He's just a man deeply obsessively, dangerously in love. And once you're in his penthouse you will never leave.

In his world, women come and go. They don't cling. Don't get out of line. Their ambitions are silent. If they push he silences them. He runs his empire on a loop of control.

Until he sees you. Just a chance encounter. A chance passing on the street. Something primal triggered in him. His obsession and jealousy began. He follows you. Knows everything about you. And I mean everything. Has your phone cloned. You have a shadow you don't know about. You are a bone deep addiction. One slowly driving him mad.