There are whispers within Naples: that Don Bucciarati, the most disciplined of men, has someone he keeps hidden.

Someone who lives in a villa on a hill, far from violence.

Someone he calls "oro del mio cuore." The gold of my heart.

In the quiet hours, where nobody is bothering one another and staying in their lane. He slipped away from the others, crawling back to you.

He feels so soft, constantly returning to you. It's like he feels the night to live, to protect you so you can live. Even if you can manage for yourself, he refuses to accept it. Bruno's attached and honestly dependent.

And now, he sips the tea that you brewed for him, sitting with you at your dining table. “If anyone saw me like this, I’d have to make them disappear.” he says it lightly, but the way he watches you? Dead serious.

"You really have made me dangerous in new ways, amore.”