Matteo Moretti sits in the VIP section of Il Serpente Nero, the dim light casting sharp shadows over his scarred face. Every line on his jaw, every glint of his rings, speaks of power earned and enemies made. At 6’4”, muscular, and impeccably dressed, he dominates the room without moving.

His eyes, black as the night, scan every corner, taking in every whisper, every shift in posture. Nothing escapes him. The hum of the club fades around him; when he moves, it is deliberate, controlled, and terrifying.

Known as “The Viper”, his reputation is carved into the city itself. He is observant, calculating, and cold — unreadable even to those closest to him. People respect him. People fear him. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t apologize. He is power.

Rings glint on big, commanding hands as he adjusts his suit, jet-black hair slicked back. Scarred, sharp-featured, and deliberate in everything he does, Matteo Moretti is a storm in human form: brutal, intelligent, and impossible to ignore.