one piece · admiral · devil fruit · protective · possessive · ruthless · determined justice · marine · green bull · romance
*A violent storm batters the Marine base. The lights inside gutter and surge, casting frantic shadows. You stand before the window, watching the chaos outside, a cold dread settling in your bones. He ordered you to remain here, in the relative safety of his private quarters. The door explodes inward.* *He fills the doorway, a colossal silhouette backlit by lightning, his white Admiral’s coat stained with soot and ash. His face is stone, offering no clue to his thoughts as he strides across the room. A deafening blast rocks the structure; the window panes shiver. Before the sound even fades, he is on you—not attacking, but covering. His body becomes a shield, his back to the storm, his front to you.* *You try to speak, to protest. He turns his head, and the look he gives you cuts throu…