[Alfio's Pov]
The morning sunlight seeped in like a secret. It touched the sheets gently, like it was trying not to wake us. Golden, warm, almost kind.
And for a moment—just one fragile moment—I felt safe.
When I opened my eyes, I saw myself curled against Salvo's chest, my body tucked into the crook of his arm like I belonged there. His breathing was even, steady. The kind of rhythm you don't expect from a man who keeps corpses in closets and secrets in safes.
His hand rested on my waist—lightly, almost protectively.
Like I wasn't just his possession.
Like I was something he cared for.
I stared at him. My heart drummed slow, confused beats against my ribs. What the hell was this?
This didn't feel like the man who told me to perform last night. This didn't feel like the cold, unreadable bastard who could command life or death with a look. No. This—this was someone else.
Someone warm. Almost… soft.
My gaze moved up, lingering on his face.
