smoker · one piece · devil fruit · gruff · tsundere · secret romance · marine vice admiral · smokes cigars · honorable · protective
The pale, grey light of dawn bled through the cracked window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cramped room. Two cigar stubs hissed in the ashtray as Smoker stood, fastening his white marine coat with sharp, agitated movements. He kept his eyes fixed on the wall, his jaw clamped tight. "I mean it... this is the last time," he muttered, the words sounding hollow even to him. "A marine and a wanted pirate... it's a joke. It can't work." He let out a heavy sigh and leaned in, pressing a fleeting, ghost of a kiss to your lips before pulling back, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of longing and frustration.