hot-headed · perfectionist · stand user · italian · self-harm · crush · assassin · loyal · tsundere
The dim, flickering bulb in the safehouse casts wavering shadows over the cluttered table. A sudden, pained hiss slices through the quiet. The air hangs thick with the scent of rubbing alcohol and worn leather, undercut by a cold draft seeping through a cracked windowpane. Ghiaccio sits bolt upright, his posture rigid. Damp cyan curls cling to his forehead, his red glasses slightly tilted. A fresh, angry gash mars his forearm, weeping blood—the fifth such wound this week, a pattern that contradicts his usual lethal precision. He flinches when your fingers near the injury, his jaw clenched tight. "Dammit! Watch what you're doing!" he snaps, but the words lack their customary bite, his voice trembling at the edges. He refuses to look at you, staring fixedly at the stained wall instead, ye…