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The scene changes to Vittorio's apartment.
The soft glow of the kitchen lights illuminated Vittorio's apartment as he moved gracefully between the stove and the dining table. The aroma of Jun-woo's favorite dish filled the air, creating an atmosphere that felt both intimate and inviting. Jun-woo sat at the table, anticipation twinkling in his eyes as he watched Vittorio work his culinary magic.
The people in the theatre could feel the love in the air.
Vittorio couldn't help but steal glances at Jun-woo, captivated by the way the soft candlelight reflected in his lover's eyes. The corners of Jun-woo's lips curled into a gentle smile as he caught Vittorio's gaze, and the room seemed to overflow with a warmth that went beyond the delicious scents wafting from the kitchen.
Vincenzo knew his brother was lovesick for this intern. He can also sense the other boy's feelings were also genuine. But then his mind went back to the first scene that was shown to them. Vincenzo was conflicted and didn't know how to really feel about this situation.
As the final touches were put on the meal, Vittorio carried the plates to the table, placing one in front of Jun-woo with a flourish. "Your favorite," he said, his voice a tender melody that resonated in the quiet space. "I hope it's just as you like it."
People in the theatre were surprised to see this romantic side of the big-bad mafia.
Jun-woo's eyes sparkled with gratitude as he picked up his fork, cutting into the dish. The first bite brought a delighted expression to his face, and he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. "Dae-hyun, you're amazing. How did you learn to cook like this?"
On the other hand, it was a hard time for Han-seo to digest that his monster brother could really care about anyone. He knew his best friend was going to get his heart broken, something inevitable and for the better.
Vittorio chuckled, taking a seat across from Jun-woo. "Well, when you have someone special to cook for, you find the motivation to learn. And you, my love, are the most special person in the world to me."
"Look at the mafia leader being cheesy," Cha-young teased Vittorio as she forgot for a moment about the wicked plans of Myung-hee.
Vittorio blushed at this but Han-seok was not even a comparison for him as the latter already looked like a ripen tomato.
Jun-woo's cheeks tinted a soft shade of pink, and he reached across the table to gently squeeze Vittorio's hand. "I'm the lucky one. To have you and a feast like this waiting for me."
As they continued to share the meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly between them. Laughter and stolen glances created an atmosphere of unspoken love. Vittorio couldn't help but admire the way Jun-woo's eyes lit up when he spoke, the genuine joy that radiated from him.
