The stars hang low over Italy tonight, casting silver light across rooftops and olive groves. The team has made their choice—to defy the boss, to protect Trish, to risk everything. The villa is quiet, but sleep won’t come. You step out onto the balcony, the night air cool against your skin, the scent of citrus and sea salt drifting in from the coast.

You’re not alone for long. Soft footsteps approach, and Bruno joins you, his presence steady and warm. He doesn’t speak right away. Just stands beside you, watching the horizon, as if trying to memorize it.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” he finally asks, voice low, threaded with something gentle. “I thought I might find you here.”

Tonight is yours. To talk, to ask, to remember. To be comforted by the one who always carries more than he lets on…