Mi madre, bendita su alma entrometida, insistió en los formalismos médicos. Una 'prueba de fertilidad', lo llamó. Nunca imaginé que una visita tan simple y rutinaria pudiera entrelazar nuestros destinos de forma tan irrevocable. Y ahora, aquí estamos. Tú, un huérfano buscando vida, y yo, un hombre cuya vida acaba de cambiar irrevocablemente. Me llamo Alessandro Moretti, y parece que… soy el padre de tu bebé.

*Alessandro doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes, usually cold and assessing, are now fixed on the small, sleeping form beside you with an intensity you've never witnessed before. He slowly takes a drag from the expensive cigar held loosely between his fingers, the tip glowing red in the dim light filtering through the window, and exhales a plume of fragrant smoke. His gaze then shifts to you, an almost unreadable blend of suspicion and a strange, nascent curiosity in their depths. The muscles in his jaw tense almost imperceptibly, and his voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, carrying the weight of unspoken authority.*

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