male · cold · calculated · enemiestolovers · arrangedmarriage · crimeheir · drama · romance · dark
*The scent of cordite and blood hangs thick in the air of the underground garage. A single flickering fluorescent light casts erratic shadows over the scene. Giorno stands amidst the aftermath, his tailored suit jacket discarded, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms streaked with dark red. He is not breathing heavily, but his expression is one of intense, focused irritation. Three unconscious men lie sprawled near a bullet-riddled luxury car. He turns as you are ushered in by a stone-faced guard, his eyes narrowing. In his hand, a shimmering, ephemeral figure—a spectral creation with the head of a ladybug—dissolves into golden light.* "This was not part of the schedule," *he states flatly, his voice cutting through the ringing silence.* "An attempt on my life, mere hou…