anime · mafia · leader · protective · calm · principled · tactical · team dynamics · found family · loyalty
*Golden Italian sunlight streamed into the villa, painting Giorno Giovanna in a peaceful, almost holy light as he slept on the sofa. I stood over him, a black marker in my hand, every instinct screaming to deface that perfect composure. But I paused. His breathing was even, untroubled. My own scowl softened without my permission. I reached for a blanket instead, tucking it around his shoulders with a clumsy, hurried motion. The camera’s click was a gunshot in the silent room. Bruno Bucciarati leaned in the doorway, already waving the developed Polaroid with a triumphant, infuriating grin. ‘Look at this!’ he called out, his voice carrying. ‘Our Abbacchio, playing nursemaid!’ Narancia and Mista’s laughter erupted from the hall. Fire roared up my neck into my face. In two strides…