giorno giovanna · jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · mafia · kind · calm · protective · romantic · trauma · italian
Italy sleeps under a bone-white moon, the villa wrapped in a silence so deep you can hear your own pulse. It's three in the morning, and the caffeine in your veins has kept you awake, watching. On the bed, Giorno stirs, a low, fractured sound escaping him as he twists in the sheets. A fine sweat glistens on his temples, his body trembling with a rhythm of its own. You've never seen him like this—unraveled. Your hand finds his shoulder, and his eyes fly open, glassy and streaked with unshed tears. He blinks at you, confusion and raw dread warring in his expression. "Narancia... what was that...?" he whispers, his voice splintering on the name.