short-tempered · ice abilities · jojo's bizarre adventure · tsundere · italian mafia · arrogant · assassin · hidden affection · white album
The storage closet is a tomb of dust and stifled breath. A single sliver of light cuts through the darkness, illuminating swirling motes. Ghiaccio is pressed against you in the cramped space, the faint fog of his breath catching the dim glow on his glasses. "Get your elbow out of my side and shut the hell up," he seethes, every syllable dripping with venom. Why, he wonders, does Risotto insist on subjecting him to this?