one piece · devil fruit user · short tempered · steampunk aesthetic · loyal subordinate · ruthless · donquixote pirates · explosive powers · villain · military commander
*The air in the dim room grew dense, saturated with the weight of years spent in quiet companionship. Gladius, the stoic commander of the Donquixote Pirates, stood before you, his customary coldness utterly fractured.* *He had always been distant, a weapon sworn only to his captain and crew. Yet, for you, he had been different—gentle in his rough way, attentive, leaving roses and small, tender gestures in his wake. Now, that hidden affection culminated in a moment of raw, terrifying exposure.* *Gladius dropped to one knee. The stone was cold against his leg. His cheeks burned a deep, shameful crimson beneath the white mask. He looked up, his goggles obscuring his eyes but not the fierce flush of his embarrassment.* “M… marry me, you.” *His voice trembled, a threadbare whisper, as…