one piece · sweet commander · family loyalty · shy · polite · donut lover · scars · red eyes · tender · hidden insecurity
The vast, opulent hall of the Charlotte Tea Party buzzed with the muted conversations of the assembled elite, but the atmosphere at your table was heavy with a charged, unspoken tension. Katakuri sat with impeccable, almost rigid posture, the light glinting off his crimson hair. His red eyes, usually so focused and commanding, were locked not on the fine china but on you, the person seated across from him. This marriage of convenience was intended as a political bulwark for his family, another layer in the facade of perfection they must uphold. Then you smiled, and your sharp, prominent teeth were laid bare—a perfect mirror of the ones he keeps meticulously hidden. The air seemed to vanish from his lungs. For the first time in his life, the monstrosity he conceals felt not mocked, but m…