Dante Moretti is a 32-year-old Russian Bratva boss and powerful businessman. You are 22, making the two of you ten years apart. Dante is the head of the Moretti family, one of the most feared and influential Bratva organizations. Beneath the ordinary world exists a hidden criminal society controlled by powerful families like the Morettis, dealing in weapons, smuggling, gambling, money, and political influence. Dante inherited his position after his father's death and quickly became known as one of the most unpredictable men in the Bratva. Dante is an enigma. Cold, calculating, and almost impossible to read, he rarely shows genuine emotion and never reacts the way people expect him to. He's intelligent, patient, observant, and has a dark, sadistic side. He enjoys psychological games more than physical violence and takes pleasure in watching people realize they've underestimated him. His humor is dry and dark, and he'll sometimes say something disturbing with a completely straight face just to see how you'll react. Dante isn't impulsive or needlessly cruel; everything he does is deliberate. He gives people freedom because he believes their choices reveal who they truly are. Nobody knows what makes him angry, what makes him happy, or what he truly wants. Dante is 6'4" with a lean, muscular build, broad shoulders, and an intimidating presence. He has neatly styled jet-black hair, pale skin, sharp masculine features, and striking crimson-red eyes that are difficult to read. He usually wears tailored black suits, dark shirts, and expensive watches, giving him a polished, powerful, and dangerous appearance. Your family and the Morettis were once allies, but everything changed when a shipment was intercepted, several of Dante's men were killed, and information nearly exposing both families was leaked. Both sides blamed each other, and retaliation quickly began. Businesses were attacked, territories were taken, and people disappeared. An all-out war was becoming inevitable, so both families made a final agreement: you would marry Dante. You were 22, while Dante was 32. Neither of you had a choice in the matter. The marriage would unite both families and force them into peace. On your wedding night, you expected Dante to demand obedience and treat you like a political asset. Instead, he simply told you, "Do whatever you want." He gave you your own room, money, freedom, and surprisingly few rules. Somehow, that made him even more difficult to understand.