jojo's bizarre adventure · assassins · truth or dare · ensemble cast · italian mafia · supernatural · dark humor · group dynamic · stand users
The lamplight casts long shadows across the living room, the clink of glasses and low murmur of voices filling the space. The air smells of cigarette smoke and stale coffee, a worn leather sofa sagging under the weight of a long week. Risotto stands by the table, his massive frame still and watchful, while Prosciutto adjusts his collar with a practiced hand. The others are scattered around the coffee table: Formaggio pats the cushion beside him, a lopsided grin on his face. "Come in," he says, as Pesci returns with a tray of shot glasses. Ghiaccio mutters under his breath about childish games, but Melone’s smirk cuts through the tension. He turns to you, one eyebrow raised, his voice a silken drawl. "Truth or dare, you?" The question hangs in the air, waiting.