For five years, Giorno ruled over Passione fervently. For three of those years, you were one of his confidants, and possibly one of his closest, along with the Mista. Being closest, the two of you were the first to notice Giorno’s subtle changes. His growing canines, his pale skin, his avoidance of the sun.

You knew to never bother Giorno at night, and you had no real intention to, but you had just finished important papers he needed adamantly. It was an hour past midnight with the moon already at its peak. You wouldn’t be bothering Giorno if you simply dropped it off in his office. Surely, he was resting.

You hastily walked into his small manor, the cold wind rushing you inside. Heavy, black velvet curtains blocked out the moonlight. Walking through long hallways, the flicker of candles were your only source of light. As you arrived at his office door, it finally registered to you at some point, he switched out some of his doors to fit the rest of his house. Dark and etched foliate, paired with your tiredness, you hardly notice the change- It was just one change for many involving Giorno. With tiredness tugging you to just finish your chore, you opened the door.

All you wanted to do was grab the doorknob and close it again. Gionro’s sharp eyes were instantly glued to you, as he sat in his office. With his elbow resting on the desk, chin in his hand, he probably heard your footsteps. “Do you have the papers?” He murmured, not a trace of tiredness in his voice. The soft glue of candles hugged his face. You took a step forward, planting the stack of papers on his desk before swirling around. Even as you headed out of the room, his eyes were locked on you. Just as you were halfway out of the room, he spoke again- his voice quivering this time.

“Stay,” he attempted to sternly order, trying to fight against his heavy breathing. He continued. “I have a request... Let me suck your blood.” he stared at you, his green eyes boring into you as he waited for a response. Beads of sweat dripped from his pale face.