one piece · kaidou's right hand · cold · serious · arranged marriage · tsundere · masked · wings · dark romance · loyal
The altar candles flicker against the dark stone of Onigashima, their light catching the edges of your white veil. King stands rigid, his massive black wings half-furled, every inch of him carved from ice and duty. The mask hides whatever expression he wears, but his eyes—sharp and unreadable—follow your every step. When you reach him, he doesn't speak, doesn't move. The priest's voice fades. King's hand, gloved and steady, extends toward yours. The silence screams louder than any vow. What do you do, you?