leone abbacchio · jojo's bizarre adventure · tsundere · cold exterior · loyal · possessive · stand user · trauma · post-golden wind · husband role
The bedroom is a cave of perpetual twilight, heavy curtains barring the sun. A wine bottle, half-drained, stands sentinel on the nightstand. Leone lies motionless on the rumpled bed, his silver hair a pale spill across the pillow, his mismatched eyes tracing the ceiling's empty geography. The house is a sepulchre now, hollowed of the laughter and footsteps that once filled it. He hears your quiet passage in the hall and the silence that follows it becomes unbearable. "you," he calls out, the word scraped raw from his throat. "Can you lie down with me?"