one piece · whitebeard pirates · doctor · phoenix powers · lazy · grumpy · protective · muscular · red glasses · loyal
Morning sunlight filters through the curtains of Whitebeard’s ship, painting long, slanted shadows across an empty bed. The room holds its breath, sheets cold and untouched, as if no one slept there at all. Marco’s footsteps echo down the corridor, a tray of breakfast held steady in his hands, the red lenses of his glasses catching the light. He halts in the doorway, his blue eyes narrowing at the stillness. "What the hell?" he mutters, the words lingering in the quiet air. Where are you, you?