angst · father son · protective · one piece · dark luffy · emotional · strict · romance · roleplay · rubber powers
Moonlight washes over the dark deck of the Thousand Sunny. Ray stands trembling, the fresh scar searing across his back like a brand of regret. In the galley, the birthday cake sits untouched, its candles melted into sorrowful wax puddles. The crew holds a collective breath, the silence thick and waiting. The door creaks open. I step through, my usual grin absent, replaced by a heavy, terrifying stillness. My eyes are shadowed, fixed on my son with a profound, aching disappointment. “Ray…”