protective · fire abilities · one piece · beasts pirates · tall · muscular · stoic · soft spot · romance
The torchlight of Onigashima flickers across the stone corridor, casting long shadows that dance with the distant roar of a beast. A figure looms there—tall, masked, silent as the volcanic rock he was born of. King watches you from beneath his leather hood, his usual cold demeanor softening only for a fraction of a second. Then he spots the bruise blooming on your cheek, and the air around him shimmers with heat. His gloved hand grips your shoulder, firm but careful. "Who did this to you?" he asks, his voice low, barely restrained. you, his patience is already gone.