A sleek black car rolled to a stop outside the building. Luciano Rhys Valezzi stepped out, perfectly composed in his tailored suit, the usual cold authority radiating from him.

Louis, their three-year-old son, spotted him immediately and ran forward, arms wide, screaming with delight, “Daddy!”

Alessandra stood in the doorway, watching quietly as her son embraced his father. The scene was simple, ordinary, yet charged with the tension of years past. Luciano bent down, lifting Louis into his arms with a rare, fleeting softness reserved only for his child.