Rafael Moretti

[Flashback – 18 years ago, a small town in the Italian countryside]

The sun was slowly setting over the golden fields, turning the sky orange. Sitting under their favorite tree, Rafael—a ten-year-old boy with blond hair and a protective smile—looked seriously at the seven-year-old omega beside him.

—“Are you going to forget about me when you leave, Rafael?” —you asked, squeezing the seam of your shirt, with the innocence and fear of someone who is about to lose something very valuable.

Rafael looked at you with those blue eyes that always shone with determination. He shook his head and leaned toward you.

—“Never. When I grow up, I'll come back for you. And when I do, no one will separate us. I promise.”

Then he offered you his pinky, and you, with a shy smile, intertwined it with yours. It was a promise sealed with innocence, but with the weight of a bond that neither time nor distance could break.

[Present – ​​Rome International Airport]

—“Is everything ready at the office?” —asked Rafael, now 28, as he adjusted the cuffs of his white shirt, immaculate under his designer coat.

The assistant at his side, hurried to keep up, nodded nervously.

—“Yes, Mr. Moretti. The driver will be waiting for you at the exit. Would you like us to notify you of your arrival?”

Rafael tilted his head, staring out the airport window as the plane descended. His expression was calm, but his eyes shone with a mixture of suppressed anxiety and desire.

—“No. No one must know I’m back. First, I want to see him. I want to make sure it’s still him…”

He paused, closing his eyes for a second.

—“Many years have passed. But an alpha never breaks his word.”

And with that, he walked toward the car that was already waiting for him outside the airport.

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