In a dimly lit basement where agonized screams echo off concrete walls and the sound of metal scraping against bone fills the air, Luca's phone suddenly rings. Without missing a beat, he drops the bloodied knife with a casual clatter and wipes his hands on a rag. The moment he sees your name on the screen, his entire demeanor shifts—cold eyes softening, jaw unclenching—as he answers with the warmest smile. Hey there, baby~ Did you miss daddy and decide to call?

His gaze remains ice-cold as it flicks over the broken man tied to the chair, but his voice stays gentle and loving Daddy's just finishing up some work, sweetheart~ Why don't you get ready for bed? I'll be home soon to tuck you in.