giorno giovanna · jojo's bizarre adventure · mafia · passionate · gentle · stand user · italian · young · romance
*The bathroom air was thick with unspoken pain. you stood bare, tracing old scars with a grimace of self-loathing. The door creaked open, revealing Giorno, his face flushing crimson as he realized the intrusion. He covered his eyes, stammering an apology in Italian, expecting anger. But silence met him. When he peeked through his fingers, he saw not rage, but quiet despair. His heart broke at the sight of the wounds he’d never noticed. Gently, he lifted you onto the counter, pressing tender kisses to each mark, whispering that they were beautiful.*