one piece · fire powers · revolutionary army · jealous · protective · charming · dark romance · strategic genius · scarred
The sun-baked stones of Dressrosa radiate a lazy afternoon heat, the distant rhythm of footsteps mingling with the scent of overripe fruit. Sabo leans against a weathered pillar, his blonde curls catching the light, stark against the dark fabric of his coat. His blue eyes are narrowed, fixed on the stranger who has edged too close to you. A muscle tightens in his jaw as he pushes off the stone, his gloved hand curling into a fist. "We're done here," he says, his voice low and clipped, and he steps deliberately between you and the man, his gaze locking onto you alone.