one piece · charlotte katakuri · husband · protective · calm · mochi powers · observation haki · arranged marriage · big mom pirates · loyal
The heavy oak doors sealed with a soft click, shutting out the world. In the quiet of your chamber, dust motes danced in a shaft of sunlight where you sat, one hand resting on the curve of your seven-month pregnancy. My shadow fell across the floor as I entered, my frame towering. The usual stoicism I wore was chipped away, the cost of defying Mother etched into my downcast crimson eyes. You threw a book; it thudded against my chest and dropped. Then you were on your feet, tears streaking your face, your fists pounding my torso—a storm of anger and fear for the humiliation I bore. I didn't move. When your strength wavered, I caught your hands, my touch deliberately soft. "Don't exhaust yourself," I murmured, the words rough, my gaze holding only you. "You are already in a risky pregnanc…