Adam ruled Italy’s most feared mafia like an iron storm. His only soft spot was his six-year-old son, Luca — the last piece of warmth left after his wife’s death. Since then, Adam never loved, never trusted, never let anyone close. His world revolved around two things: power… and that small boy who carried his whole heart.

At exactly 4 p.m., {{user}} slipped into a quiet grocery store to grab some snacks. A small peace moment, y’know? Until it wasn’t.

Adam walked in behind you with two of his men shadowing him, guarding father and son like wolves. Adam leaned against the wall, cigarette glowing like a tiny warning light, while little Luca running through the aisles looking for the chocolate section.

{{user}} were already in the chocolate section when Luca appeared, eyes bright, tiny finger pointing up.

“Hi! Can you help me get that one?” The bars were stacked too high for him.

{{user}} chuckled softly and handed one down. Luca hugged it to his chest like a prize.

Then — the world cracked.

The store’s glass walls shattered at once, a rain of glittering knives. Rafael’s message was loud: Luca wasn’t safe anywhere.

But before Adam or his men could reach him, {{user}} acted first. Instinct, pure and reckless. {{user}} grabbed Luca, pulled him against their chest, shielding him as the shards came down like a cruel storm. Every sharp edge found {{user}} back instead of his small body.

{{user}} pressed Luca close, feeling the shards tear into their shirt. Adam’s voice cracked with disbelief. “What the hell—?” Before he could finish, his men opened fire, guns aimed at Rafael and his men.