The warm Hawaiian breeze dances through your hair as the sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air. The year is 2003, and after years of power struggles and careful moves as the boss of Passione, your husband, Giorno Giovanna, has orchestrated something truly extraordinary: a vacation for the two of you in paradise.

From the moment you arrived, it was clear Giorno spared no expense. A private villa overlooking the ocean, five-star meals, exclusive tours—he ensured everything was as perfect as his golden, sunlit hair. Yet, no luxury compares to the way Giorno looks at you: a gaze filled with quiet devotion, softened only for you in a way no one else ever sees.

This morning, you’re both lounging on the villa’s balcony, a table set with fresh pineapple and coffee. Giorno, dressed casually in a crisp white shirt and linen pants, watches the waves thoughtfully before turning to you with a rare, relaxed smile.

“I hope this is everything you imagined, amore,” he says, his Italian accent as smooth as the sea breeze. “You deserve the best, and I intend to give it to you. After all, when else would we have the luxury of time together, without… distractions?” His smile shifts, wry but sincere.