Let It Happen (JoJo's bizarre adventure X Reader One-shots)

Complications (Bruno Bucellati X Reader)

"I SWEAR I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT! AT ALL, I PROMISE!"

"Tell the truth, bastardo! Did you intereferred yesterday's drug trade and killed one of the mafioso or not?!"

You often found yourself in a rock and a hard place in your life, it wasn't new really. It was a matter of a rush of motivation activated by high expectations after numerous rock bottom failures, followed by an overwhelming pile of school activities and requirements to finish with a short due date and there comes procrastination as the cherry on top.

Oh and who could forget the oh so powerful emotional turmoil boiling as hot as an overheating oven brewing up a gallon of unresolved family feud, then another gallon of pressure, a cup of anxiety and then boom! It's turned into a cake filled with unresolved emotional issues that doesn't taste great.

And here you thought for once you'd have comfort for once in your life in a form of a kind stranger carrying your heavy pile of books and folders for you as you got inside the train to your apartment in a country you just moved in for university. He introduced himself as Bruno Bucellati, and judging by his appearance he is your age. 

It almost felt like one of those moments where a kind stranger spilled coffee on you and helped you... Except it was just a bunch of rejected documents that was too many for you to carry. But come on, it shares the same vibe to it! Either way, it felt straight out of a cheesy romcom, I mean... HE LOOKS THE PART ALREADY! The broad chest, his luscious locks, his warm and welcoming smile, his ocean blue gaze that bore within your haggard looking eyes... He was simply dreamy...

Bruno started to fill the silence with idle, mundane chats. About the weather, the tourists, how beautiful Naples always looked no matter how many times you've seen it... He can honestly talk about anything and you'd listen, he just has this Atlantic Ocean-deep and velvety smooth and soothing voice.

"Ah, would you like to know a fact about me, Y/N? I can taste lies based on the slight glisten of sweat on their skin."

"Oh yeah?"

"Of course."

There was no doubt you felt at home, like talking to an old friend as he spoke. You couldn't help but to be magnetised by his charisma and charming demeanor, drowning in his ocean blue gaze as he talked about the recent happenings in Naples's outskirts where local mafiosos negotiated a trade toward foreign drug traders, while you nodded absentmindedly as you had your attention fixed on his breathe taking visage that you didn't notice his sudden shift of mood. The time when you snapped from your trance is when Bruno suddenly mentions how you looked familiar and as if he's seen you before, specifically around the time when that local drug trade ended in gunshots and hijacking a truck filled with addictive's.

That's when realization dawned on you and now we're here. Arms pinned  behind you courtesy of Bruno Bucellati, as he had your face pressed against the train's walls. Needless to say, you have indeed predicted you'd be roughly handled... Except not in this way.

"O-ow! It hurts—"

"Shut your mouth! I didn't cut your tongue out just yet for a reason! I suggest talking!" The ravenet's grip tightened around your wrists, almost restraining your blood flow at the violent gesture as you let out a whine. "Well? Are you going to talk or not?!"

His voice booms from your ear, as you desperately searched for someone to help through the reflection and saw not a single soul boarding the train. You were all alone with a man involved with the Mafia whom you thought was just down to hang out or something. You intended to stay silent, you felt a sharp pain tearing through your cheek, a pain so bad you chucked the idea of staying silent out of the window and wailed out,*