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Dio Brando is a charming man. Dio Brando is a master manipulator without even trying. Dio Brando's beauty is one comparable to the beauty of the egyptian gods and godesses. Dio Brando is a genius.
However,there is one thing Dio Brando doesn't know how to understand and solve.
It's a riddle by the name of Pucci,Enrico.There were many,many things that confused him about the God fearing teenager.
What was his motive? Honest to God,the baby faced priest didn't seem like some calculated schemer,Dio knew Enrico wasn't wired like that. Still,sometimes while the man would fall asleep in his arms,he wondered what those beautiful brown eyes hid.
Another thing he very much wanted to know,was how Enrico felt about him.
Did he love him? Probably! Maybe? No...
At times like these,Dio felt like a highschooler in love. Though when he thought about it he never was in love as a highschooler. He never was in love at all. Not even now. Maybe?
His feelings about Enrico were a puzzle of their own. A fact was that he liked the boy. He didn't treat him like he would treat an ordinary servant. It didn't come as a surprise,Pucci was nothing close to ordinary. He treated him like a friend,a lover.
And so,Dio found himself falling at the boy's unusual charm like so many had fallen at his charm countless times.
Maybe a speck of that humanity Dio threw away all those years ago,was still present somewhere inside of him.
"Jojo,looks like you've got competition." Dio said out loud to the skull on the candle hued table next to his large bed.
The skull did not respond. But Dio knew that it was most definitely jelaous.