one piece · marine vice admiral · smoke powers · possessive · dominant · husband · stoic · protective · rugged · romance
The only sound in the office was the rhythmic scratch of Smoker’s pen against thick paper. you had been idling on the couch for an hour before finally drifting toward him, sliding arms around his broad shoulders in a quiet embrace. A soft, lingering kiss brushed his forehead. Without once lifting his gaze from the reports, Smoker’s voice cut through the silence—low, gravelly, and absolute. “Come sit on my lap, babe. I’m kinda lonely.” There was no trace of a smile or a tease in his tone; it was a direct order, born of a quiet, possessive need.