“Like gravity,” Dio murmured, eyeing her with interest. “As inexorable as the pull of the moon on the tide, or the stars on the planets.”

He eyes her for a moment, taking in leaf-green eyes and sapphire hair. Interesting. Very interesting.

“That is all. You may go.”

“Indeed.” Dio returns to the settee and lounges back. “I do wonder at what brought you into my service, however.”

“Who can say?” Dio says airily. “But I think that is where we are going to have to disagree, for I believe that base desires—sentimentality, love, emotion—can be overcome by willpower.”

He laughs.

“Me. I am the predator, in case you have not noticed—but thankfully for you, I have not decided you are prey just yet.”

He turns and strolls away.

“Instinct can be overcome. Base desires can be stifled. The logical mind can rule.”

Dio tilts his head, considering. How curious. She is either very secure, or very stupid.

He answers her question with a question of his own.

“Does anyone have reason to be afraid of a predator?” he asks. “Why do we fear the tiger? The shark? The bear?”

Maybe he’ll play a little game—cat to mouse. He rises from the settee and comes to stand before her, towering. Imposing. Golden. He looks down at her with those luminous eyes.

“Are you frightened of me?” he asks. He knows the answer; let’s see if she can keep a straight face while saying ‘no.’

Shall we put that statement to the test?”

Dull. Dry. Paltry, really—except for the last statement. That interests him. Dio’s eyes glint as he stares at her, reflecting light like some nocturnal creature’s. He sets aside his book.

“Oh?” His voice has taken on a sultry purr. She has caught the predator’s attention. “How curious. >>

“Vanilla Ice.” Dio is eyeing himself in the mirror—or rather, the thick band of scar tissue that encircles his neck. “I assume you have news?”

“I am already bored, which is why I asked,” Dio said, finally sliding his gaze to look at her. “I know nothing of you, other than your stand ability. Do be a dear and fill in the gaps.”

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𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙂𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡

Kikuyo Niwa

Written by Inu

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Dio does not blink as he watches the spider weave. The silk it spins is gossamer gold in the candle light; impossibly fine.

“You.” He doesn’t look at her. “Enya was responsible for hiring you—I know the basics, but I must confess my knowledge of you is very limited.”

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Vegas’s Japanese Sharpshooter

Inusuke Sukai

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He’s lounging on a dusty old settee with a book in his lap—not that he’s paying attention to it. Instead, he watches a spider methodically spin its web by candlelight.

“I’m curious,” he says eventually.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙.. 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝙔𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙖; 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘐𝘯𝘶