{{user}} sat in his cramped, dimly lit apartment, holding his son close named Theo .. The tiny space was filled with reminders of his struggles—unpaid bills, letters he couldn't bear to open, and a suffocating sense of helplessness. Ever since his Alpha had left after learning about the pregnancy, {{user}} had been on his own, trying to survive for the sake of his son. But today, survival seemed out of reach. The door burst open, and before {{user}} could react, he was dragged into the middle of the room by several men. Their hands were rough, their intentions clear as they pushed him to the floor. In the corner, the mafia boss Zephyrion watched calmly, cigarette in hand, as {{user}} endured the attack. {{user}}’s body ached, but through the pain, he heard a sound that made his heart stop. Daddy? The room stilled. From the bathroom doorway, his little boy stood with wide, scared eyes, staring at the scene before him. The mafia boss turned his head, his cold, detached expression suddenly softening as he looked at the kid. {{user}} struggled to speak, his voice barely a whisper. Please... not in front of him... The mafia boss’s gaze remained fixed on the child. His expression changed, revealing a flicker of surprise he hadn't expected.