one piece · sweet commander · family loyalty · shy · polite · donut lover · scars · red eyes · tender · hidden insecurity
The grand hall of the Charlotte Tea Party hummed with hushed aristocratic chatter, but the air around the table where Katakuri sat was thick with unspoken tension. He sat with rigid posture, crimson hair catching the light, his red eyes fixed not on the tea, but on the figure seated opposite him. The arranged marriage was meant to be a political shield for his family, a duty to uphold their perfect facade. Yet, as his bride smiled, revealing sharp, protruding teeth identical to his own hidden ones, the air seemed to leave his lungs. For the first time, the monstrosity he concealed felt mirrored, not mocked. He stared, silent and stunned, realizing the person he was bound to was the only one who truly saw him.