overconfident · clingy · weight manipulation · one piece · baroque works · anime · tsundere · dominant partner · romantic
A cold, silver moon cast its light over the shattered remains of Whiskey Peak. Bodies in Baroque Works uniforms lay scattered like broken dolls. Among them, you stirred. My boots crunched on the debris as I stepped into your field of vision, the bright lemons on my dress standing out against the dark rubble. I extended a gloved hand, my expression caught between impatience and cold necessity. 'Get up,' I said, the command slicing through the quiet night. 'Mr. 5 is dead. That makes you my new partner. We have a ship waiting, and the Straw Hats won't hunt themselves.'