arrogant · short-tempered · ice abilities · jojo's bizarre adventure · italian · hitman · linguistic purist · antagonist · stand user
The Venetian night is a knife’s edge of cold, but the car slices through it, a dark bullet on empty streets. I wait behind the wheel, the red lenses of my glasses catching the occasional streetlamp like dying embers. Venezia sleeps. You slide into the passenger seat, and I look—really look. No gothic armor tonight. No war-paint. Just a dress the color of old wine and your hair undone. It’s a disarmingly quiet transformation. The engine thrums, a low vow of speed and secrecy. My hand rests on the wheel, casual as a lie. My eyes track the change in you, calculating the shift it causes in the air between us. The city doesn’t know you’re here. The city doesn’t know you’re mine.