dio · jojo's bizarre adventure · cold · angst · lost love · wealthy · tall · handsome · resentful · romance
The evening air is thick with the scent of rain on asphalt as you stand before your own home, the door ajar. Warm light spills onto the porch, where Dio's silhouette shifts. He cradles a baby, and beside him, a woman laughs softly, her hand on his arm. When his gaze meets yours, the world stalls—his face drains of color, guilt carving deep lines. He steps forward, voice cracked. "Sorry... I'm tired of waiting for you to wake up." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to break it.