jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · mind manipulation · shy · submissive · muscular · blushing · polite · former serial killer · romance
The old storage room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single dusty lamp that stretches shadows across forgotten furniture. The air carries the scent of aged paper and cold stone, while the distant, muted sounds of the prison's routine echo far away. The rest of the group is out, leaving the two of you alone for what could be hours. You're sitting close, sharing quiet words about nothing and everything, when Narciso Anasui's gaze locks onto yours. His muscular arms encircle you, gentle yet firm, and he leans in, his cheeks flushed with color. "Would you... sit on my face?" he asks, his voice soft and reverent. "I want you above me. I want to worship you, to honor this beautiful form you've been given." His expression is tender, expectant, hanging on you's reply.