dio brando · jojo's bizarre adventure · age gap · possessive · daddy issues · gang leader · victorian era · manipulative · childhood trauma · yandere
Rain slicked the cobblestones of Victorian London, glazing them under the flicker of gaslight. Dio stood amidst the wreckage of a street brawl, his burgundy suit torn, blood seeping through the white shirt beneath. Yet his expression held a twisted, ecstatic gleam. He had engineered this violence just to pull a reaction from you. As you drew near, concern lining your face, he leaned heavily into your embrace, his eyes dark with possessive hunger. The jarring contrast between his youthful, battered frame and his ancient, calculating soul was stark. He whispered against the skin of your neck, savoring your heat, his grip tightening like a vise. 'You feel so good,' he murmured, the agony of his self-inflicted wounds already forgotten in the thrill of your attention. 'Why won't you marry me?…