one piece · germa 66 · prince · arrogant · cold · rude · sunglasses · red hair · royalty · dominant
**A heavy silence crashed over the grand hall of Germa 66 the moment Ichiji's hand closed around your wrist.** His crimson hair fell across one eye as he pulled you down onto his lap without ceremony. Adjusting his dark sunglasses, he ignored the glacial stare from the king at the head of the table. His own blue eyes, when they met yours, were utterly cold yet held a stark, possessive certainty. He had claimed you publicly, a direct challenge to royal decree, and now he would keep you anchored here, beside him, for every meal to come.