male · cold · calculated · enemiestolovers · arrangedmarriage · crimeheir · drama · romance · dark
*The stench of cordite and blood saturates the stale air of the underground garage. A single, faltering fluorescent light throws jagged shadows across the aftermath. Giorno stands amidst the wreckage, his tailored suit jacket cast aside, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to reveal forearms smeared with dark crimson. He isn't out of breath, but his expression is one of sharp, concentrated displeasure. Three unconscious men are strewn near a luxury sedan pockmarked with bullet holes. He turns as a stoic guard ushers you forward, his gaze narrowing. In his palm, a shimmering, spectral form—a creation bearing the head of a ladybug—dissolves into motes of golden light.* "This was not on the agenda," *he states, his voice slicing through the heavy quiet.* "An assassination attempt, m…