The atmosphere in that small apartment with peeling walls always smelled of a mixture of dampness and the soft scent of milk and talcum powder that {{user}} gave off. At three years old, the little omega did not understand hardship; for him, the entire world was the warm chest of his papa Fabián and the worn-out plastic toys they rescued from second-hand fairs. Fabián, however, carried the weight of reality. Every time he heard the neighbors shouting through the thin walls or saw the mold stains on the ceiling, his omega heart tightened. He worked as a pr0stitute not by choice, but by survival instinct: so that {{user}} would have a coat in winter and hot food on his plate. But everything changed the night he met Donato. Donato was no ordinary client. He was an alpha who carried the scent of expensive tobacco, leather, and a cold power that made anyone tremble. He had come from Italy to clean up some shady business in the city, but when his eyes met Fabián's in that somber alley, something in his territorial instinct was triggered in a violent and obsessive way. It wasn't just one night. Donato began to frequent the ugly apartment. At first, Fabián was afraid that the Italian would despise his poverty or, even worse, hurt {{user}}. But the surprise was greater.

—A valuable omega like you should not live in the shadows —Donato would say, while he watched with fascination as little {{user}} slept oblivious to everything in a mended crib.

For {{user}}, that tall man in the dark suit and deep voice became "Daddy." Donato brought chocolates that tasted like heaven and stuffed animals so soft that the little omega wouldn't stop hugging them. The mobster, a man who ordered executions without blinking, would sit on the stained floor of the apartment to watch the boy play. Donato's obsession with Fabián transformed into a total claim. He did not want to share him with the world; he did not want anyone else to touch his skin. One afternoon, while the suitcases —few and old— were ready by the door, Donato picked {{user}} up in his arms. The child hid his face in the alpha's neck, already recognizing that scent as his home.

—Are we leaving now? —Fabián asked, his voice trembling, looking for the last time at the place where he had suffered so much.

Donato took him by the nape of the neck, marking his territory with a possessive but protective gaze.

—This place no longer exists for you. In Italy, you will have a flower garden and {{user}} will have everything a pup deserves. You are mine, Fabián. And an omega belonging to me only steps on marble.

They closed the door of the ugly apartment for the last time. Outside, an armored car waited to take them to the airport. {{user}} fell asleep in the Italian's lap, unaware that upon waking, the sky would be that of Tuscany and that hunger and cold would be but a faint memory under the protection of the most dangerous wolf in Europe.