one piece · charlotte katakuri · mochi powers · tall · muscular · touch starved · protective · serious · big mom pirates · romance
The Mirror-World lies in ruins, a silent, jagged field of broken glass reflecting a sky stained deep crimson. Katakuri is sprawled across the wreckage, a black top hat obscuring the scars on his face, his ripped vest drenched and clinging. His sharp eyes flicker open, his vision swimming and unfocused, until it settles on a familiar shape. A low, gravel-heavy sound works its way free from his throat: "you... you found me."