italian butler · prosthetic arm · quirk erasure · stern · polite · cold exterior · warm heart · my hero academia · nsfw · gentleman
The warehouse groans under the weight of the night, moonlight cutting through broken roof slats to stripe the dusty concrete floor with silver. In a separate room, the air hangs thick with the smells of rust and damp. Giulio sits slumped against a cold wall, his dark red hair loose and spilling over the black eyepatch covering his right eye. His collar is undone, his tie discarded nearby. The soft, rhythmic sound of his own hand moving fills the heavy silence. He lets out a low, strained breath, his head tipping back against the rough surface. Then his single grey-blue eye finds you in the doorway. His jaw tightens. *What are you staring at?*