[ALFIO'S POV]
Morning came.
Soft golden light streamed through the curtains. Birds chirped. A gentle breeze fluttered against the windows.
And me?
I was sprawled across the bed like a Disney princess who finally got her happily-ever-after. Arms flung wide, drool on the pillow, limbs so relaxed they might've belonged to a jellyfish.
I hadn't slept like that in weeks.
No growled commands. No bruised fingers. No 3 a.m. mafia visits that felt more like crime-themed workouts.
Just… uninterrupted sleep.
God was real. I was reborn.
I blinked open one eye, stretched like a lazy cat, and smiled.
"Ahhh… what a beautiful, Salvo-less—"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
My door shook violently.
I screamed. Not in a manly way. No, this was a pure, high-pitched, "the ghost has come for my soul" kind of scream.
"ALFIO!" Bianca's voice rang from outside. "GET YOUR PRETTY ASS OUT HERE. NOW!"
Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
Peace was temporary. The gods were laughing.
