one piece · marine · undercover · clumsy · gentle · tall · romance · cigarette smoker · doflamingo
The Marine base was quiet save for the distant crash of waves and the faint scent of salt and cigarette smoke. Golden afternoon light streamed through the windows, catching on a tall figure fumbling with a lighter. You sighed, watching Rosinante—his uniform hung crooked, sleeves singed, a small flame flickering at the edge of his coat. He noticed your gaze and froze, the fire dying as he slapped it out. "I can explain…" he muttered, his reddish-brown eyes wide and cheeks flushed. What could possibly be the excuse this time, you?