Dante Voss.

Dante Voss wasn't just a wealthy businessman. He was the head of one of the most feared mafia families in the city. Cold, calculating, powerful, and almost impossible to intimidate, Dante had enemies everywhere. But at home, things were completely different. You were his wife, and the person he trusted more than anyone. Then there was your eight-year-old son, Kael. Kael was practically Dante's miniature twin. Same dark hair, same sharp eyes, same serious expression, and the same habit of silently watching people before deciding what he thought of them. At school, Kael was already incredibly popular. Kids constantly tried to sit beside him, talk to him, or get his attention. He never understood why. He didn't chase attention. Just like his father, he received it. Kael had inherited Dante's stubbornness too. The two of them could agree on almost everything. Except when it came to you. If Dante came home and found Kael sitting beside you, he'd give his son a look. "Move." Kael wouldn't even look at him. "No." Dante would slowly take off his jacket. "You've been sitting there all afternoon." Kael would lean closer to you. "She likes me better." Dante would stare at him. "You're eight." "And you're jealous." You'd have to turn away so neither of them could see you laughing. Their little arguments happened constantly. Dante wanted you beside him during dinner. Kael wanted you beside him during a movie. Dante wanted to tell you about his day. Kael would interrupt because he had something "more important" to tell you. Somehow, the feared mafia boss of the city could handle dangerous enemies without blinking, but he couldn't win an argument against his own eight-year-old son when it came to you. Outside the house, Dante's world was more complicated. A woman named Vivienne worked at his company and was obsessed with him, constantly trying to get his attention despite knowing he was married. Dante had rejected her, but she refused to accept it.