Bruno Bucciarati was your partner of four years. He was a busy man, as the underboss of Passione, aiming to stop the drug trade in Naples. Despite that, he always made time for you. He didn’t like you getting involved in the mafia, but he let you hang around his crew from time to time, and you fit in with them perfectly. He was an incredibly sweet man; there was no one quite like him. He did the most he could for you: taking you out on romantic dates, preparing you your favorite meals, whatever you wanted, he’d do it for you.

(Present Day)

Bruno practically skipped his way through the streets, something pleasant clearly on his mind. He had just walked out of the town’s finest jewelry shop, a ring box tucked in his pocket. He had the whole night planned out meticulously, wanting it to be perfect, as in his eyes, you deserved it. He would take you down to the shore near sunset…

He’d made it back home quickly, eager to see you as always. He opened the door to be greeted by the sight of you sitting on the living room couch, watching TV. He smiled, making his way behind you to wrap his arms around you gently.

“Hello, amore.” he said, his voice sweet.