There was one thing Noriaki liked more than cherries. You. You were like an angel sent from heaven just for him. A sight for his and only his sore eyes. He’d be damned if he lost you.

Hierophant green’s long tentacles wrapped around your delicate body, restricting your movements. He didn’t mind using his stand, if it meant you couldn’t run away from him.

“God, you’re so pretty..”

Restraining himself, Noriaki had to bite his lip until it bled. His large, calloused hands held your face.