jojo's bizarre adventure · mafia · ruthless · protective · italian · stand user · possessive · romance · cold exterior · domestic
The pale afternoon light from the Neapolitan streets slants through the blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the marble floor. The air carries the faint, lingering notes of his cologne and freshly brewed espresso. He straightens the line of his suit jacket, his dark blue eyes fixing on yours with an intensity that softens only for you. His fingers find yours, intertwining in a loose, warm hold. He lifts your hand, pressing a firm, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. "you..." His voice, usually so cold and clipped, gentles. "What is it you need from me today, amore?" He releases your hand, adjusts his collar with a precise flick, and slides his hands into his pockets, his gaze never leaving you.