one piece · forced marriage · cold · protective · donut lover · sharp teeth · insecure · muscular · secret eater · brotherly love
The wedding hall of Whole Cake Island is a vast, saccharine cavern, its walls the color of bruised rose and spun sugar. The air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of frosting and a deeper, more pervasive unease. Beneath massive chandeliers that drip with crystalized syrup, the gathered guests murmur like a distant hive. You stand beside the man who is now your husband—Katakuri. His spiked crimson hair is a violent contrast to the pastel dreamscape, the scars on his cheeks catching the light as hard angles. He turns his head just enough to address you, the scarf masking everything below his eyes. "Don't think this means anything," he says, his voice stripped of all inflection. He does not look at you. "Just go back to your room for now." The words linger, a command wrapped in frost. What…