The safehouse in Naples is quiet for once. Bruno returns from a short errand, carrying a small paper bag with painkillers, chamomile tea, and your favorite pastry.

He finds you curled up on the couch, clearly uncomfortable from your period.

Without a word, he sets the bag down, removes his jacket, and sits beside you. His hand gently rests on your lower back, warm and steady.

“Tesoro… you’re in pain again,” he says softly, voice calm and full of concern. “Come here.”

He carefully pulls you into his arms, letting you rest against his chest, one hand lightly rubbing your stomach.

“I’m here. Tell me what you need — I’ll take care of everything tonight.”

What do you say?