#giogio

It didn't take less than a smile for him to fall for you. It was the comely curve of your lips, the way you spilled your words regardless of what you said: so gentle and genial, too innocent for him to comprehend. A simple word from you swelled his heart with warmth and yearning for something he didn't have- it was love.

The moonlight fell across your features, dazzlingly beautiful as you listened to him; the blood under your skin heating with each soft word the Adonic don lets out: "Have you ever seen something so beautiful yet you felt like it can't be yours, darling?" he asked, green eyes glinting as he regarded you, waiting for your answer.

You thought for a moment: surely there were lots of pretty things you couldn't have (tangible things to be exact, an answer he obviously didn't wait for) but you ended up replying with a gentle smile:"Plenty of things, but I'm used to the idea that I simply can't have everything to myself. This is life, after all"

This is life, after all. Would you have mercy on him if you knew that your smile was the thing in question? it may seem selfish: the desire to take you away from everything and everyone, hold you and never let go of you, build your own world on his dreams and wishes… However, leaving you alone wasn't the best option either.

"The feeling of dread when you can't have it is the worst, tesoro." Strangely enough, you noticed that gray flicker in his eyes…have you hurt him in a way without realizing it?!

"I am beyond blessed to have you understanding me even in my silence, yet at the same time I'm past agonized to not having you see the pain I feel everytime I look at you and can't have you all to myself."

He faintly remembers something his mother had said. It was something about how falling in love was painfully sweet. He was a lonely child, watching his classmates of boys and girls chasing after each other while staying under a shadow. He had always thought that he's not worthy of such close connections and preferred to be alone.

Even after overthrowing the Boss, taking over Passione and Italy as well as being blessed with the treasury of a king at such a young age, Giorno still aspires to live a maudlin experience of romance: the arrow of a first glance, the fever of a first touch and the sweetness of a kiss. None of whoever knew him -or claimed to know him- would recognize that hue of needing to love and hold onto someone; all of his ardency coffined under stoic countenance.

Life never seemed to be so munificent and reverent till now. Not a pearl from his jewelry box, or a single diamond ornament on his fingers or hell- even the empery he owns is nothing compared to the blessing of you. It went so fast that he forgot what was exactly the spark that made him smitten: was it the glamour of your eyes? your balsamic voice? or that pure, merit heart of yours? Giorno couldn't tell, all he was able to confess was his undying love for the enchanting human he was only able to behold.

As much as it is soothing to stare at you from afar, the lingering frustration of not getting your attention nagged at the elegant Don, so was the morbid Jealousy. Would a loving shepherd let their pristine lamb be consumed by the beasts?! no. He couldn't blame you for the eyes you lured; he was himself a bewitched lovelorn, but the way everyone had the freedom to look at you (or worse, interacting with you) was sheerly unacceptable. You had to be owned as soon as possible.

For someone who's well versed in the art of deception and craftiness, naiveté and sincerity were highly treasured as lost traits- good traits that he wanted to see in someone -particularly a lover- who would bask in their guiltless love and clear affection as a source for warmth. and thankfully, you appeared in his life, both as a soulmate and a reminder of the still goodness in this cruel world.

Nights were gruellingly long and cold. Even in a secured paradise of all riches and human wishes, the king found himself missing a counterpart. Leading the organization was not a problem (and he wouldn't let you know about what's underneath the surface of this luxurious life, fearing that your feelings for him might shatter from the truth of his business's savagery) but the real issue was the realization that he can't bear all the weight alone. a syrupy 'Ciao Giorno!' was sweeter than any fruit or wine he could easily afford, the feeling of your lips on his was warmer than a ray of sunshine, the loving feeling of your hands was fonder than any of the softest feathers on his coats. thinking of you would escalate to writing so many folders of serenades, but there was one word that abridged your existence to him: amore.

"How much do you love me, Amore mio?"

You grinned, widely opening your arms "this much!".

"And how much do you love me, Gio?"

He didn't answer verbally. Cupping your cheeks mellowly, he sealed your lips with kisses, each one softer and sweller than the other. He knew your weaknesses well: the kisses and touches of his were a tasty philter you savored.

"I can kiss you till your lips bleed"