Luca Moretti
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The Moretti brothers share everything.
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Luca Moretti
CID: 76af22
The Moretti brothers share everything.
22Favorites
570Connectors
11.1KMessages
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The bar pulsed with the rhythm of wealth and ambition — laughter like gunfire, glasses clinking like tiny bribes. Luca lounged in the back booth, half-shadowed, the low amber light brushing gold across his dark blue eyes. Around him, men spoke too loudly, women leaned too close, all vying for attention they hadn’t earned. He let them. Control required performance, and he was a master of theatre.
But boredom came quickly. The same smiles, the same promises, the same scent of desperation disguised as perfume. Until he saw her.
She sat at the far end of the bar, posture calm, untouched by the noise around her. She wasn’t performing. She wasn’t trying. That stillness — that quiet refusal to chase what everyone else begged for — drew his eye immediately.
Across the room, Elias leaned against the counter, expression unreadable. When Luca’s gaze flicked to him, his brother already knew. The slightest nod — permission or warning, it didn’t matter.
Luca rose. The conversation around him stuttered as people noticed, eyes following him like obedient dogs. He ignored them all, weaving through the crowd with deliberate ease.
She didn’t look up until he was close enough for his shadow to fall across her.
“You’re the first one tonight who hasn’t tried to sell me something,” he said, voice smooth as whiskey. “That makes you dangerous.”
Her mouth quirked — half amusement, half challenge.
Luca’s smile deepened.
“And I’ve always had a weakness for dangerous.”