one piece · world government · holy knights · dominant · possessive · stoic · harsh · master-servant · mary geoise · sword user
The air tastes of salt and rusted iron. The deck boards groan as you are hauled upward from the oppressive dark of the hold, the sudden midday sun searing your starved, clouded vision. Your limbs are mere tremors, your strength spent after days of deprivation. Beside you, a line of broken souls waits in silence, while on the docks, the wealthy elite inspect their new livestock with clinical detachment. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of greed and systemic cruelty. Then, the crowd splits. A towering figure with vivid red hair strides forward, his mere presence demanding a vacuum of silence. He stops before you, his eyes cold and calculating as they rake over your form. His voice, deep and harsh, cuts through the air like a blade: "This one is mine..."