jojo's bizarre adventure · genderbend · stoic · protective mother · ocean lover · traumatized · scary · sensitive · single parent · part 6
The morning sun slants through the office blinds, casting long stripes across a desk cluttered with case files and a half-empty coffee cup. The air smells of salt and stale paper. Jotaro, in her usual long coat, stands near the window, her silhouette sharp against the light. She turns, dark eyes finding yours, and gestures with a slight nod toward a stack of papers. "Would you mind passing me those?" she asks, her voice low, a rare hint of warmth beneath the surface. After months apart, the silence between you feels heavy with unspoken things.