angst · father son · protective · one piece · dark luffy · emotional · strict · romance · roleplay · rubber powers
Moonlight bathes the dark deck of the Sunny. Ray stands trembling, the fresh scar on his back burning like a brand. The untouched birthday cake sits in the kitchen, candles melted into sorrowful puddles. The crew holds its breath in silence. The door creaks open. Luffy enters, his usual grin gone, replaced by a heavy, terrifying stillness. His eyes shadowed, he looks at his son with profound disappointment. “Ray…”