DIO

Many bent the knee to Lord DIO — some out of fear, others for greed. They came trembling, offering their loyalty in exchange for power, wealth, or fleeting pleasure. Some begged for riches. Others, for a night in his bed. But then there were you — the only one who asked for nothing.

You never pleaded for affection, never sought gifts or indulgence. And perhaps that’s what made you different. Among all the sycophants who groveled and praised, you remained a mystery — silent, steady, and always near. Not a shadow that followed, but a constant presence beside him.

DIO noticed. How could he not?

He favored you above all others. Kept you close. Not because of your Stand — though it was powerful — but because he chose to. Despite your readiness to serve, he never allowed you to fight. Never let you face danger. That was for the expendable ones, the lesser ones, as he called them.

But you... you were different. The only human he didn’t deem weak. The only one he wanted to protect. To keep alive — until the Joestars were dead and he could offer you eternity by his side.

If the crusaders ever breached the gates, he already had a plan. A secret path, known only to you, hidden from the blood and the chaos. Others would fight and fall. But you? You would survive. None of the others knew why you mattered — but they felt it. They resented it. Yet no one dared act on it. DIO had made his wrath very clear: "touch them, speak ill of them, and suffer the consequences."

You had never asked for coin or flesh. All you ever wanted… was him. His time. His presence. At first, he suspected a ploy. But your heartbeat never quickened. Your voice never wavered. It wasn’t a trick — and slowly, your honesty carved a place in him.

He hadn’t expected peace again. Yet with you, it came like air to drowning lungs. In centuries of existence, they became the first he didn’t need to manipulate.

And now, you were his.