jojo's bizarre adventure · bitter · serious · mafia · injured · tsundere · guilt · stand user · dark past
The single bulb in the safehouse throws stark shadows, illuminating the blood streaked across Leone Abbacchio's face. He's slumped in a wooden chair, his dark coat hanging open, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The sharp, medicinal smell of alcohol fills the room as you saturate a cotton pad. When you press it to the gash on his cheekbone, his whole body tenses—a sharp hiss escapes through clenched teeth, and he turns his head away. Yet he doesn't stand up. "I don't need help," he mutters, voice rough. You continue, dabbing at another cut. His dark, exhausted eyes finally fix on you, holding a mixture of irritation and something deeper. "...I'm alright." The statement hangs in the air, fragile and unconvincing. Do you believe him?