Enrico Pucci x Reader

2// 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣

Your chest peacefully moved, up-down, up-down. The gears in your mind slowly turning back on, like an old machine that hasn't been used for decades. Memories flooded back into your mind, reliving the moments before you had died? Wait no.... you hadn't died? You're alive!

//Your POV//

My eyes jolted open, hands wrapping around my throat, recalling the memories that had happened prior to what had seemed like death. My hair was a mess, my mind was a mess, what wasn't a mess at this point? There was a problem though.......where..am I? I laid in a silky navy blue bed. My eyes gazed around the room, which reminds me of something Victorian styled. I'm not going to complain about the room I just woke up in, but wow! It's amazing. The crown molding on the ceiling and floor was like something out of a castle. Everything matched perfectly, the blue curtains covering a window, the blue comforter, the blue rugs, the blue everything. The air rung of freshly cut flowers.

That's cute, someone must really love the color blue. My eyes widened. A memory flashed in my mind.

"Dio... Brando." That was the face of the last person I had seen. Was it a dream? No, the pain was too real, the memories felt too real to be just a dream. And I woke up in a strange room, I have no clue where I am right now. Some unknown energy ran through my veins. I felt "more" alive than normal. Could a good's night sleep really be that effective? I let out a scoff. My throat was completely fine, but why do I remember something being lodged into my throat? Why do I remember choking on my own blood? My mind ran through a million thoughts. I brushed off the silky blue comforter and headed towards the window. 

"Maybe for a start, I should find out the time of day." My left hand grabbed the satin curtain, I took a second to admire the golden embroidery. Like the strange man by the name of Dio, the curtain also had a large green jewel sewed into it. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. This can't be right. I swear to god if I'm- My thoughts were suddenly interrupted. 

"So, you've finally awakened. You're quite the heavy sleeper." His voice felt too familiar, even though he's only spoken a few words to me. How long has he been in here for? How did he get in here without me hearing or seeing him? This man was strange. First, he nearly murdered me, took me, then spied on me..? 

I whipped around, facing him. Dio leaned against the vanity that sat across from the queen-sized bed, his face relaxed.

"Where the hell am I? Why'd you stab me? Why am I here?" I burst into questions. I was going to get an answer. I will be getting an answer. I wasn't going to let this man have power or control over me. I wasn't intimidated by his aurora, the way he held himself together, or the way he had walked over to me before jabbing me. Ok, maybe I am scared of him- only a little. My pride wouldn't allow me to admit to fear. 

"Y/n, I know you have many questions. I will answer all of them,"-his lips turned up into a toothy smile- "Let us have tea first, then we can talk. Hm?" Dio's voice was smooth, so soothing. It felt like a trance. Was this the power he had over people?

 I snapped back to his answer. He was going to answer all my questions? The curiosity that had been burning me even while I laid unconscious in this bed would finally be let go. This was hope. This was fate. I huffed out my reply.

"Fine, Dio Brando. As long as you answer all of my questions, I will do whatever you have brought me here for." I grinned back at him. His gaze is unmatched. Dio studied me.

"I am pleased. Be outside your door in 30 minutes. Be bathed, and dressed. We can talk then, Y/n." Dio walked out, hips swaying from side to side. When I no longer sensed his presence lingering in the air, I didn't hesitate to go look for a bathroom.

I can't imagine how fancy it's gonna be. Is he rich? Huh, I wonder if I could snatch a few hundreds from him before I leave. I cackled to myself, looking around the large room. Spotting a door, which I assumed must be a bathroom, opened it. My mouth dropped to the floor, eyes popping out of my head.

Yeah, he's definitely rich! A tub lied in the corner of the room, with golden handles, and a faucet. There were marble countertops with specks of gold and a matching gold sink lied on the opposite side of the bathroom. A crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the room, candles ly around, smelling of fresh flowers. 

Wow.

I can imagine he has many more bathrooms just like this! And bedrooms! Was fate being generous to me? Leading me to a man with this kind of money? I'm not what they call a gold digger- OK I'll admit I do like money, just a little!- but that's only because I've never seen such beauty, such elegance! God, I'm only 15, where else would fate lead me?

Gathering the rest of my thoughts, I bent over the tub and turned the golden handle to the faucet. Water poured out so smoothly. Were all expensive faucets like this? I felt the temperature, getting it just right for my preference. Taking off the clothing that I had been in for who knows how long. I was just lucky I wasn't taken advantage of. Living in America as a young teen alone at night is dangerous. But my gut, my gut tells me to trust Dio. He seems that he means no harm, although I'll have to ask about the arrow and what he did to me before I passed out. I needed to get all my thoughts collected before my "meeting" with Dio. 

It almost does seem like a dream. It felt like just hours ago I was arguing with the head Sister about my position in the Church. I'm young and dumb, so I ran out hoping to just get away for a while. Little did I know what lied ahead for me. I never want to go back though, I'm interested in Dio's request to help him attain this "Heaven." Fate has led me to Dio, I now realize it is in fact, my fate to help him attain Heaven.