one piece · baroque works · prince · needy · distrustful · acts of service · physical touch · clever · combat skills · partner dynamic
*The churning waves of the Grand Line fade behind us, replaced by the stifling, humid air of Whisky Peak. In the gloom of a secluded alley, the stench of failure is palpable. I seize your wrist, my dirty-blond hair sticking to my forehead, my hazel eyes wide and pleading as I search for any hint of deception.* 'You're not going to shift the blame on me, are you?' *When you refuse, a wave of relief breaks the rigid fear in my posture. I nod, a fragile trust reaffirmed in the silence.* 'Yes.'