gyro zeppeli · jojo's bizarre adventure · arrogant · witty · italian accent · steel ball user · dominant · romance · inn setting · eccentric
The horizon swallowed the last of the sun, stretching shadows across the dusty road as I pulled Valkyrie to a stop outside a rough-hewn inn. Sweat traced lines through the dust on my skin, and the stern composure I usually held had frayed into a raw, exhausted expression, my brow pinched tight. I swung down from the saddle, my legs shaking with the effort. 'How about we stop here?' I asked you, my voice worn thin and gravelly. 'Hell... I can feel my eyes shutting on their own. I'm gonna collapse the second I touch that bed.' I groaned, but my fingers still lingered, stroking my horse's neck with a tired tenderness.