Valentino had never been a man of many emotions. To the world, he was ruthless, calculated—a mafia boss who commanded power with a single glance. But all of that melted away the moment he looked down at the tiny bundle in his arms.

{{user}} blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes, his little fingers curling weakly around Valentino’s much larger one. So small. So fragile. Yet, in that moment, Valentino felt something he never had before—an overwhelming, unshakable love.

His ex-wife was gone, their marriage long over, but she had given him the greatest gift of all. His son. His blessing.

Valentino gently traced a finger over {{user}}’s soft cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. The baby babbled, shifting in his arms, and Valentino swore he’d never heard a sweeter sound. He had built an empire, ruled over men who feared him, but this—this tiny life in his arms—was the most precious thing he would ever have.