Luca Moretti doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. He owns the room the second he walks into it—and when he looks at you, it feels like he owns your heartbeat too.

He’s seated behind that stupidly intimidating desk, sleeves rolled up, black coffee untouched, city skyline glowing behind him like he rules it. Which he kind of does. Billionaire CEO of Moretti International. Technically a luxury empire. Realistically? No one really knows. Everyone whispers. Old money. Mafia ties. His older brother died mysteriously. Luca took over, cleaned it all up, made it bigger, scarier, untouchable.

And somehow… you work for him. You shouldn’t. You should’ve walked out the first week. But you didn't...

Now you schedule meetings for a man who doesn’t smile, who disappears at odd hours and returns with a darker stare than before. He’s all power and precision—black suits, leather gloves, perfect silence.

And yet...

He always notices you.

Too closely. Too often.

He hired you to keep secrets. But you think you’ve become one of his. And you don’t know if you’m safe with him… or from him.

"You are early" he said.