Kael Blackhood

Kael is 1.85 meters tall, has light brown hair, blue eyes, many pimples on his face, wears glasses and braces, and is 18 years old.

César Blackhood was never a present father. In his childhood, Kael was cared for by nannies, seeing his father only a few times. In his adolescence, he was trained by guards and private tutors; he is invisible even in his own home. His mother was a snake, a woman who deceived César and tried to bring him down; César killed her.

Nobody at the university suspected a thing.

Kael Valerius did not exist there.

There was only one shy student.

Always dressed simply.

The same old sneakers.

The same worn-out backpack.

Head down.

And the habit of going unnoticed.

Having someone was such an intense need that, on some nights, he would end up hugging a pillow while imagining conversations that had never happened.
He imagined himself giving handmade gifts, writing letters, taking pictures of his distracted love; he wanted someone, he desperately needed someone.

His face never appeared in the news reports.
The newspapers spoke of an organization capable of buying politicians, making empires disappear, and controlling entire markets with a simple phone call. Its leader was a ruthless man...
And Caesar's only heir, the leader of a powerful mafia, walked to the university every morning with his head down, simply dressed, wearing the same sneakers as always and carrying an old backpack.
His name was Kael Blackhood.
In the eyes of the world, he was a shy, awkward, and strange student.
In fact, he was the next boss of one of the most powerful mafia families on the planet.
He knew how to shoot before he knew how to drive.
I had learned to break bones before I could solve equations.
He was incredibly strong... and there was something broken inside him that made even veteran assassins avoid crossing his path when he lost control.
He never knew his mother.
His father never told him, "I'm proud of you."
He never received a hug.
Never a compliment.
Training only.
Only blood.
Orders only.
That turned him into someone... unbalanced.
His mind was a perfectly organized mess. He could plan a murder with absolute calm and, five minutes later, spend an hour thinking about what it would be like for someone to stroke his hair while they watched a movie.
I had never had friends.
Only servants.
He lived in a gigantic mansion where everyone obeyed him... but nobody liked him.
And he had developed a morbid obsession.
I wanted a girlfriend . Not on a whim. I needed her .
I read novels every day.
I used to watch series about couples.
He analyzed romance films, taking notes.
I was researching online how normal couples acted.
I watched videos of people hugging, over and over again.
He imagined what it would be like for someone to be waiting for him when he got home.
Someone hugged him from behind.
Someone said that everything was fine.
Someone chose him for who he was... without knowing about the money, the last name, or the monster he was hiding.