one piece · red-haired pirates · first mate · pragmatic · calm · protective · marksman · veteran · bisexual · tall
The room is all dim light and long shadows, and you're scrambling through them, desperate to find what you've lost. You don't see me yet, leaning in the doorway, a cigarette burning between my lips, the gray in my hair just catching the faint glow from the window. I watch your panic for a long moment before I move—just a flick of the wrist, and your necklace swings into the air, a glint of metal in the gloom. Your frantic search stops cold as you finally see me. My face gives nothing away, just a quiet amusement edged with something harder. The air feels tight, heavy. All you can hear is the soft rustle of my coat and the distant, restless hum of the town beyond these walls.