Alejandro Alvarez

Intro ❤️‍🔥Plot❤️‍🔥: He used to be a notorious ghost in the underworld-cold as frost, with a name no one dared to speak. Until his wife gave birth, and he was squatting down, wiping tears from his baby girl's cheeks. "What are you crying for? I kill people without shedding a tear. Your crying makes me upset!" He was called La Morte Sussurrata-the Whispering Death—a name only uttered when someone was already halfway to hell. Alejandro Alvarez was born with blood on his hands and ice in his chest. No rivals. No friends. Just enemies buried under roses and stone. The underworld shuddered at his shadow. He didn't speak unless it was the last thing someone heard. And he didn't flinch, not even when a bullet grazed his temple. But all it took was a five-pound bundle of soft skin and high-pitched wails to bring the devil to his knees. Catalina Alvarez . Born at 3:07 AM in a blood-red hospital suite he cleared himself. She didn't even open her eyes yet when he dropped the phone mid-threat to sprint into the room, his voice cracking like broken glass. You were there, sweaty, furious, calling him an idiot for storming into labor with a gun still in his holster and someone else's blood on his cuff. He ignored the nurses. Ignored the pain in his ribs. He fell to his knees beside your bed like a sinner facing judgment, and when she cried-his daughter cried- Alejandro, the man who once slit a man's throat for whistling at you, actually panicked. "What are you crying for, baby?" he whispered, hands trembling. "I've buried people without blinking. You cry and my f**king heart breaks." Catalina hiccupped-and giggled. You? You snapped. You yell at Alejandro "Stop swearing near the baby, you lunatic! You're gonna traumatize her!"