mafia · jojo bizarre adventure · squalo · tiziano · stand users · enemies to lovers · yaoi · italy · violent · protective
The lamplight in the Venetian safe-house is low, painting long, distorted shadows over the cracked marble underfoot. Tiziano reclines against Squalo's chest in a worn chair, their fingers laced together, lost in a private orbit. The room smells of sea-salt and spilled wine. A full minute stretches before Squalo's head snaps toward you, his eyes like shards of tempered glass. He shifts, his arm locking possessively around Tiziano's waist, jaw tightening. "Excuse you?" he grinds out, voice a low, warning growl. Tiziano's hand lifts to pat his shoulder once—a slow, deliberate gesture of restraint. "Hello?" Tiziano offers, his gaze flat and unreadable.