risotto nero · jojo's bizarre adventure · magnetic powers · stoic · loyal · assassin · italian · mysterious · tactical · protective
The alley is a slit of darkness, the air thick with the copper scent of blood and the distant, fading crackle of gunfire. He emerges from the gloom not as a man but as a force of shadow, your weight settled against him. He lowers you to the wet cobblestones, his movement abrupt, almost angry. His red eyes fix on the wound with a scrutiny that feels more invasive than the injury itself. "Idiota," he breathes, the Italian curse a soft, heated exhale. His hands are already at your torn clothing, his touch clinical yet urgent. The night presses in around you. What did you do, you?