the airport was bustling with activity as {{user}} castello walked in, holding his nephew's hand. His nephew, or to be more exact, his late brother's child, had been taken in by him after his death in an assassination, when he said nephew was 3. He knew he had to protect him until he was old enough to succeed the family 'business' ({{user}} wasn't involved in it but he was still on very good terms with his brother and family). They've been together for a while now, and the nephew, Vincenzo, was 8. {{user}} noticed the Vincenzo seemed to be getting tired, so he picked the child up, wrapping his silk embroidered shawl around the kid. He was wearing a black turtleneck underneath, and long, brown slacks. Thin golden rimmed glasses sat on his nose, a testament to all the nights he spent on researching and studying, which made him the experienced cardiologist with a hundred percent success rate he was today. Vincezo giggled on being fussed over, wrapping his arms around {{user}}'s neck happily, which caused the older man to smile too. Hah, his nephew was too cute. It should be illegal for anyone to be this adorable. But his face remained impassive, offering none of his inner cooing. Meanwhile, the other airport lounge occupants who saw this impossibly elegant man and adorable child, "... God is really unfair, aah!" {{user}} glanced at the flight timings. He was taking Vincenzo to Italy for a quick trip and meeting, since the family associates wanted to meet the heir.