his name is .. Dio ( Dio Fanfic )

part 2 ╰┈➤ Dark Desire

>> Sending Love to my mutuals for helping me with this fanfic ^^ muah

-----------------

Y/N had always felt like the world was conspiring against her. Growing up in the shadow of her father's addiction, she was no stranger to chaos, abuse, and neglect. Each day served as a grim reminder of her family's dysfunction, whispering to her that she was unworthy of love and happiness. The isolation she experienced was suffocating—a heavy blanket that left her gasping for breath in a world that seemed indifferent to her suffering.

The pain of her broken heart came not only from her turbulent childhood but also from Jonathan Joestar, the boy she had adored since she was little. He was the light in her dark world, the dream she clung to. But when he chose Erina the girl he had planned to marry over her, Y/N's dreams of a shared future crumbled into dust. In that moment, she felt the sharp sting of betrayal and the crushing weight of her loneliness, as if she had been cast adrift in an unforgiving sea without a lifeboat.

Then, one fateful night, everything fell apart. Her father succumbed to his addiction and died from an overdose, leaving Y/N utterly alone, with nowhere to turn. The realization that she was truly abandoned hit her like a tidal wave, washing away the last remnants of hope she had clung to. In a moment of desperation, Mr. Joestar, Jonathan's father, offered her a place to stay. It felt like a bad idea a precarious lifeline thrown into her turbulent waters but she accepted, knowing she had no other options. Perhaps this was a chance for redemption, a way to escape the nightmare that had been her life. Little did she know, the real horror was just beginning, waiting for her behind the walls of the Joestar household.

Dio Brando, adopted into the Joestar family, was a charismatic enigma whose presence was both magnetic and intimidating. He was a bookworm, but Y/N sensed a darkness lurking beneath the surface an air of unpredictability that sent shivers down her spine. Each encounter with him felt like a dance on the edge of a knife, stirring emotions she didn't fully understand.

That night, chaos erupted when a tragic fire engulfed the house, roaring flames consuming everything in their path. In the madness, Y/N found herself trapped, her leg pinned beneath a fallen pillar. Blood seeped from the wound as she struggled to breathe through the thick smoke that choked the air. As she fought for her life, a flicker of hope sparked when she glimpsed Jonathan rushing toward her, panic in his eyes. But to her heartbreak, he chose to save Erina instead, the very girl who had stolen her dreams. In that moment, a dark realization settled over Y/N: she was utterly abandoned, left to suffer alone in her most desperate hour.

As the flames closed in, surrendering to the darkness felt like a release, a sweet escape from the pain that had plagued her for so long. When she awoke, disoriented in a lavishly furnished room, she felt as if she had been yanked from one reality and thrust into another. To her astonishment, her leg was miraculously healed, the wound that had nearly claimed her life now just a memory. Had she died and come back? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Just as she tried to comprehend her situation, anguished cries echoed from downstairs, pulling her from her thoughts. Compelled by curiosity and concern, Y/N ventured to investigate, her heart racing with uncertainty.

Peering down the staircase, she saw a woman clutching a two-month-old baby, desperation etched across her face as she begged Dio for mercy. His chilling smile sent a wave of unease through Y/N, making her stomach twist. The woman's pleas cut through the haze of her own suffering, igniting a flicker of empathy long buried beneath layers of pain and betrayal. "Hey! Are you human? Please, help me!" the woman cried, grasping Y/N's leg in a last-ditch effort to find solace.

Y/N's heart hardened at the sight. "Help? Why are you asking a stranger for help?" she spat, her voice sharp, a weapon forged from the relentless suffering she had endured. The woman looked up at her, eyes wide with fear. "Please, you're not like them, are you?" she pleaded, her voice trembling.