"Just The Two Of Us." DIOxF!Reader

"Your Reality."

(now that my drawing has improved im prob gonna start including little drawn bits throughout my stories lol) (if you're gonna use my art please credit me <3)

He was undoubtedly charming, even through all the pain you went through you had no denial when thinking about it.

You had no choice but to play along, and he knew that too.

He put his hand on your face and says,

"Now we can really be together, forever. Like those romance films. Like a movie, that is what this generation calls them correct?" He says with a soft chuckle.

All you do is softly nod and as softly looks at you.

His eyes had a glaze of remorse in them.

Could he have really regretted the pain he inflicted on you, or was is a sense of self pity?

You had so many questions but oh so little answers.

"W-Why'd you have to hit me?"

He looks at you as he chokes on his words, and a sharp spark of remorse went through his eyes.

"I don't know. I didn't want to, I didn't mean to. I was so scared, but I didn't stop and think about how you were feeling, and it's one of my biggest regrets (y/n). You are my everything, without you my goals feel meaningless, (y/n), you are the light in my world of darkness."

You didn't know what to say.

You stared at him longingly, hoping an answer would come to you, but you were left speechless.

"Dio..

what am I?"

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          "You are mine,

forever.. and always."

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   "You're wrong, Dio.

I'm mine...

Forever and always."

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       Dio's facial expression turns from a smirk into a slight frown as this wasn't the answer he had been anticipating. He extends his hand to your face and places it on your cheek. But it's not in a comforting way, almost in a sadistic way, buttering you up as if he was about to strike you across the face. You flinch waiting for him to strike you, but nothing happens. He just stares at you.

"What are you going to do? Hit me? Just do it. It won't change anything, or do you just enjoy hitting me?"

He puts his hand down.

"Let me be here for you, (y/n)."

"The best thing you can do for me Dio, is let me go."

"You know I can never do that, don't be stupid. You're too valuable for that, you should know that by now, my flower."

You look down at your hands,

the hands that used to make coffee for her customers,

the hands that used to wave to her friends,

the hands that used be held by his,

the hands that held your newborn son,

are now barren, clean, but barren of all those things that made them yours.