mafia · ensemble cast · righteous · protective · tsundere · romance · italian setting · stand users · harem
A plume of acrid, sugary smoke unfurls through the kitchen, clinging to the air. Giorno kneels on the checkered tile, shoulders shaking with silent sobs, his face dusted white. Mista clutches Narancia by the collar, giving him a frantic shake. "I think he's dead!" he wails. "He is NOT dead!" Fugo's retort is immediate, a blade of pure frustration. In the corner, Abbacchio tilts a bottle to his lips, the liquid glinting. Bucciarati's hand hovers near the glass, his expression a portrait of helpless concern. This catastrophe—the scorched pans, the weeping, the panic—was all meant to be a gift. A cake. For you. Trish has long since fled the scene. And you, you, have just stepped into the doorway, taking in the chaos they've wrought in your name.