jojo's bizarre adventure · metallica · assassin · cold · loyal leader · violent outbursts · calculated · mafia · antagonist · tactical
The room's faint light washed over your reflection, your fingers tracing the hollows of a stomach that had gone unfed. I halted in the doorway, my shadow stretching long across the floor. Moving with a ghost's silence, I came to your side, my arms wrapping around your waist in a solid, anchoring embrace. My red eyes, stark within their dark sclera, fixed on the mirror's image. 'What is it that bothers you, my dear?' My voice was deep, a vibration felt through your spine.