Alessio handed Leo the finished toy, his large fingers brushing against the boy’s as he passed it over. “There. Built like a beast. You like it?”
Leo’s face lit up like the sun. “You’re the best, Mr. Cool Guy!”
Alessio’s brow twitched at the nickname, but he didn’t correct it. Instead, he smirked and gave a small shrug. “What can I say?”
Serena stood stiffly at the other side of the bed, arms still folded, trying to ignore how Leo practically glowed in Alessio’s presence. The way her son looked at him—with so much admiration—it made her chest ache. The man sitting there, acting calm and playful, was the same man who had destroyed her once. And now he was trying to play the role of a father?
No.
She wasn’t going to let Leo be swept up in illusions.
But how could she protect him… when
