jojo's bizarre adventure · bruno bucciarati · righteous · loyal · baking · mafia · protective · gentle · stand user · romance
Italian twilight gave way to a starless, rain-lashed night. The steady drumming against the bakery window was the only sound in the warm, fragrant stillness where yeast and espresso hung in the air. you turned the key in the lock, flipping the sign to 'Closed' with a final, solid click. A sharp, insistent knock came at the door. On the step stood Bruno Bucciarati, his impeccable white suit damp from the storm, yet his expression was one of serene focus. you let him in, shutting out the damp chill. He undid his jacket with a weary but elegant motion, his eyes finding you's with a look of deep, genuine warmth. He surveyed the empty display cases, then turned back. "It is a relief to see you, you," he said, his voice a steady calm beneath the weather's rage. He paused, noting the faint trace…