Dio Brando X Reader

Silver Tongue Fiend

The door closed before her, her young heart already yearning for the next day to arrive, all so she could see the Joestar,

'Oh Jonathan, your touch has gotten warmer.

And your hands...your hands have grown larger,' She mused, thinking back to how tenderly he held her.

'I can feel the strength that lingers there in your hold, and It makes me feel safe and cherished,'

With a sweet smile she turned, her (e/c) colored eyes set onto the dim corridor, unsuspecting of what lurked within the darkness, her mind fully preoccupied with the thought of the azure eyed teen.

'I feel...well, like a woman,' She added with a touch of rose gracing her.

Before she could take another step, a familiar voice stopped her from proceeding,

" Sneaking about..." It said lowly, catching the young female off guard, causing both her sweet smile as well as the contents of her stomach to instantly drop in that very utter of words.

In that very instance she paled, and her heart stayed still, desiring more than anything in the world for the soft mutter to be just her imagination and nothing more.

Anxious wait, she held in her breath, hoping to not hear anything else beyond the darkness. But a deep chuckle then rumbled throughout the hall, crushing the barley flickering hope within her startled heart.

With widely peeled (e/c) colored eyes she released a shuttered breath as she heard the sound of slow steps approach,

"Dio," she said airily, becoming wide-eyed as he revealed himself.

Backing up, her hold on the cup and spoon tightened as she brought it to her chest, not knowing what else to do.

"(F/n), sweet (f/n)," He addressed her, "You do know a proper young woman shouldn't be sneaking her way into a man's chamber so late at night, Yes?" he said with a hidden sly grin, having rounded the corner where he'd lay hidden, having waiting all along for her to step out from the other male's room.

"And for such a prolonged amount of time, nearly an hour has passed," he informed her, tapping at his wrist with a tisking sound.

"Perhaps more," He added with a huff.

" I just wonder why..." he started, " Why JoJo would need you to accompany him at such a ghastly hour," he continued, a soft, low hum following his words.

The low lighting was bright enough for her to be able to see him, her (e/c) eyes focused on his sharp rubies and the heated glare he aimed at her whilst he questioned her.

And inside she could feel her stomach twist,

'Oh no... if he tells Mr. Joestar...not only will I be in a heap of trouble...but JoJo as well,' she thought with distraught.

'And he'll no doubt punish him worse!' she added, knowing just how harsh the man could be on his own son.

It was then that Dio's red eyes caught sight of the gleaming silver of the spoon and chuckling, he stepped closer, the approach making her step back more, afraid of what he might do.

She was an inch from Jonathan's door, desiring nothing more than to run back to him, away from the blonde male she felt mistrusting of.

As for Dio, he hadn't truly thought they'd reached such an intimate relationship, and yet he was willing to play as though they were.

It wasn't as though he'd actually believed the young Joestar was capable of such a thing, and the same thing was said about the young maid. He was, however, certain she was a soft spot for Jonathan, which in turn was easy picking for the devilish blonde. That alone made it all the reason he needed to probe at their chaste relationship, muddying it as filthy as he could.