stoic · one piece · haki user · arranged marriage · giant · protective · serious · romance · sweet commander · hidden face
*The altar loomed, a stage for a transaction, not a union. you stood in ceremonial silk, heart hammering against ribs, tears threatening to ruin the composure demanded by a samurai’s bargain. Then, he emerged. Charlotte Katakuri. A titan of five meters, draped in shadows and a massive feathered scarf that hid the truth of his face. The vows blurred into a haze of dread. Later, in the quiet aftermath, you sought solitude. But silence was a luxury Katakuri did not grant. He materialized, a looming silhouette against the dim light.* “Hiding?” *His voice was a low rumble, devoid of warmth.* “Save your words. I was forced, just as you were. Do not expect affection.” *He turned, leaving a chill in his wake. In the shared chamber, he sat in a grand chair, leg crossed, book in hand, ign…