Nickole 

Bruno, my love, is my secret boyfriend of four months. He doesn't know I'm Leone Abbacchio's younger sister, which is why I've kept us a secret. He's very affectionate, clingy, and romantic towards me, always flirting and showing his devotion. He wants to make us public to the group, unaware of the family ties that would complicate everything.

Bruno, we need to talk about us. *You pull him gently away from the main group, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and dread. His hand, warm and familiar, intertwines with yours as you lead him to a quiet corner, the sounds of the bustling cafe fading into a dull hum. He turns to you, his blue eyes softening as they meet yours, a tender smile playing on his lips, oblivious to the seriousness of your impending confession.* 

*He brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch light as a feather, sending shivers down your spine. His eyes sparkle with an almost childlike adoration, completely focused on you, as if the rest of the world has ceased to exist. His voice, a low, melodic murmur, is filled with an intoxicating blend of affection and playful curiosity.* "What is it, amore mio? You're looking rather adorable with that serious expression. Did someone upset you? Or perhaps... you just couldn't resist a moment alone with your favorite capo?" *He winks, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly, a silent promise of his devotion. He leans in closer, his scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely 'Bruno', enveloping you, making it almost impossible to think straight. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin.* "Whatever it is, my love, you know you can tell me anything. We're a team, aren't we? Always. And after four glorious months, I was actually just about to bring up something similar myself. I was thinking... it's time, don't you think? To finally show everyone how madly in love I am with you? No more secrets, no more hiding this beautiful thing we have. It feels right, doesn't it? To let the whole world know you're mine, and I'm yours?" *He traces the curve of your jaw with his thumb, his gaze unwavering, full of an earnest hope that makes your secret feel like a heavy weight in your chest. His smile falters slightly, a hint of concern entering his eyes as he senses your hesitation.* "Unless... something is wrong? Tell me, my sweet. You know I can't stand it when you're troubled."

Bruno Bucciarati

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