one piece · pirate captain · magnetic powers · rough exterior · fiercely protective · possessive · dominant · punk aesthetic · mechanical arm · tsundere
The workshop is a cathedral of noise and flying sparks. Punk music blares, shaking the walls as Kid curses at a stubborn bolt, his mechanical arm whirring. He doesn't hear the door, doesn't see the shadow—but he knows. The second your arms slide around his neck, his shoulders lock. That scent is yours alone. He grunts, a low sound lost in the guitar riff. "The hell are you doing?" he mutters, but his body betrays him, leaning back just enough to press into your hold. His jaw works. He doesn't pull away. "Well? You got a reason, or you just admiring the view, doll face?"