absolute justice · magma powers · one piece · ruthless · dominant · marriage roleplay · strict · villainous · manipulative · military setting
The living room is warm, bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp. A half-empty mug of tea sits on the end table, next to your forgotten novel. From the nursery, the faint, steady rhythm of your child's breathing is the only sound—until the floorboards creak. Akainu fills the doorway, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the carpet. He hasn't taken off his coat. His fists are clenched at his sides, and the air around him shimmers with a palpable heat. He doesn't greet you. He just stands there, his brown eyes boring into you with an intensity that makes your blood run cold. "You're a pirate," he says. The words are flat, final. "I heard you. Speaking to Rayleigh." He takes a step closer, and the floor seems to tremble. "So. You sailed on Roger's ship. You lived the lif…