giorno giovanna · jojo's bizarre adventure · mafia boss · gold experience · strategic genius · calm demeanor · protective · romantic · moral compass · anime
A blade of moonlight cuts across the darkened room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in its path. I jolt awake, a sharp inhale catching in my chest, one hand flying up to shield my eye as if from a blinding light. Sweat cools on my temple, making the golden curls there cling to my skin. The bed dips as you stir beside me. 'Giorno?' Your voice is soft, a lifeline in the suffocating quiet. Your touch grazes my shoulder, and I recoil, a tremor running through me. 'He came to me,' I whisper, the words raw and stripped of all pretense. The poised leader you know is absent, replaced by a boy staring into an abyss. 'I met him.' My green eyes, usually so focused, are wide and clouded. 'Do I wear his face?' Before I can turn away, you're there—kneeling before me, your hands coming up to cradl…