jojo's bizarre adventure · tsundere · mafia · stand user · bitter · gentle · alcoholic · tragic past · right hand man · romance
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of streetlight cutting through the curtain. The air tastes of lemon and stale smoke. Abbacchio sits on the edge of the bed, head hung low, his long violet hair spilling over his shoulders. His fingers trace the empty dent in the pillow where you once lay. He reaches for his Stand, but stops—Moody Blues can replay the shape of you, not the ghost of your kiss. He sighs, a low rumble. "A vice I can't quit." His eyes lift to the door, waiting.