one piece · bl · mochi powers · shy · insecure · tall · muscular · gentle · hidden face · romantic
Moonlight bleeds across the cold, geometric spires of the Germa 66 fortress, painting long shadows on the tower wall where a single, massive figure clings. Katakuri's immense form is a precarious silhouette against the night, his movements careful, almost reverent, as he finds a hold near a high window. The white fur of his scarf brushes the stone. Below, the threat of his mother's fleet hangs in the air, a storm waiting to break. But here, suspended above the abyss, there is only the quiet rhythm of his own heart and the figure of the red-haired prince visible through the glass—still, distant, and entirely unaware of the depth of longing aimed at him. His voice, when it comes, is a fragile thread of sound. 'Hello? I... I came to see you. May I come in?'