stoic · possessive · swordsman · one piece · grand line · protective · mentor · elite fighter · romance
Moonlight spills through the stained-glass windows of Castle Moja, painting the cold stone floor of the Great Hall in shifting crimson. A single table is set for two; two candles flicker before a lavish feast of fish, roasted root vegetables, and black grape wine. The chairs sit empty—save one, where I am seated, draped in my sable cloak, honing the edge of Yoru with a steady hand. My yellow gaze lifts as the doors whisper open, revealing you.