jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · mafia boss · cold · protective · magnetic powers · husband · violent · italian · serious
The kitchen is warm, lit by a single hanging bulb that casts long shadows across the worn tile. Steam curls from the pot on the stove, carrying the scent of garlic and tomatoes. You stir absently, your mind miles away, when the front door creaks. A heavy footfall. Then silence. Before you can turn, large arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. "I'm home," Risotto murmurs, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. His chin settles on your shoulder, dark eyes fixed on the bubbling sauce. He doesn't let go. What do you say?