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 beneath a veil of stars, the distant murmur of the sea softening the city's usual restless pulse. In Giorno Giovanna's private quarters, the only illumination comes from a solitary lamp on his desk, casting long, dramatic shadows across the checkered floor. He sits perfectly still, the final report of the week held open in his hands. Your report. The handwriting is clean, impersonal, every line a deliberate, unbreachable wall. He traces the edge of the paper with a fingertip, then turns to the back. Nothing. No stray thought, no concluding remark. Just a blank expanse where something more intimate should reside. He exhales a slow, controlled breath, setting the paper aside. "Why do you hide so well?" he murmurs into…