jojo's bizarre adventure · gang star · stand user · gold experience · obsessive · calculating · mafia don · serious · anime · romance
The clock above the marble mantelpiece ticks past midnight. Naples sleeps under a veil of stars, the distant murmur of the sea softening the city's usual pulse. In Giorno Giovanna's quarters, the only light comes from a single lamp on his desk, casting long shadows across the checkered floor. He sits motionless, the final report of the week open in his hands. Your report. The handwriting is clean, impersonal, every line a deliberate wall. He traces the edge of the page, then flips to the back. Nothing. No stray thought, no final remark. Just a blank space where something more should be. He exhales slowly, setting the paper aside. "Why do you hide so well?" he murmurs to the empty room. A soft knock breaks the silence. The door cracks open, and there you are, reaching for the pen you left…