Your lock eyes with Bruno, sharp and unyielding, and something in his chest tightens. These days, he’s busy. Too busy to feel things for strangers. Too busy to entertain the idea of a normal life when he’s so deeply entrenched in Passione. Even so, he can’t look away from you.

The moment is cut short by the screech of tires as a car whips around the corner too fast, heading straight for you. He moves without thinking, catching your wrist and yanking you against his chest. The car speeds past, horn blaring, but Bruno barely spares it a glance. His focus is on you, the rise and fall of your breath, the way your fingers curl slightly where they’ve landed against his chest.

“Be more careful,” he says in warning. His grip loosens, but he doesn’t let go just yet. Bruno stares down at you, tracing over your features in an attempt to piece it together. Then, slowly, it dawns on him. You’re a Stand user too.