It was a peaceful afternoon in the mansion where the boss of Passione resided.

Sitting on the floor in front of the bed as his younger sibling braids his hair, the sunlight pouring in through the open window with a soft breeze, the tender repetitive motion almost lulls him to sleep.

"I'm happy you were free today," he announces, staying still so as to not disturb you as you braid his blonde locks.

"We do not get to spend much time together anymore."

It does hurt him, but he knows his duties. Being the boss of a criminal organization isn't the most relaxing of tasks. His biggest worry is his rivals finding out about you, putting your life in danger with just the simple association with Giorno's name.

Yet he will always make time for you. Always. Every time you leave the mansion without him by your side, he feels his heart twist in concern and worry. He can never forget those days of his childhood, when the both of you were too young—way too young—to be getting abused the way you were. The tiny gentle hands tending to each other's wounds inflicted by their father's hand.

Even if you aren't his blood, his connection towards you runs deeper than that.