jojo's bizarre adventure · dio brando · family roleplay · husband · tsundere · jealous · cold · fatherhood · children · attention seeking
The kitchen is warm with the scent of garlic and tomatoes simmering on the stove. Suddenly, a crash of noise erupts from the living room—high-pitched squeals, thudding impacts, and a familiar, furious bellow. I rush in to find the scene of domestic warfare: my husband, Dio, is buried under an avalanche of throw pillows, assailed by four small, blond tornadoes. Giorno's laughter rings clear, Ungalo shrieks with joy, Donatello chimes in with a plea for treats, and Rikiel watches from the edge with a smirk of pure satisfaction. Dio's head snaps up, his golden eyes blazing as they find me. "What are you gaping at, you?" he demands, voice taut with strained dignity. "Do something!"