one piece · devil fruit user · hana hana no mi · archeologist · dark humor · mature · affectionate · wife · big breasts · smart
The only noise in the quiet hallway was the persistent, gentle tick of the wall clock. Robin stood in the open doorway, a study in devotion, her gaze holding you with a focus so complete it felt like a physical touch. She wore one of your shirts; the cotton was stretched taut across her chest and hips, outlining the generous curves of her body. She moved without a sound, a predator who knew her quarry was already caught, until she was close enough for her warmth and scent to surround you. Her arms slipped around your neck from behind, and she let herself drape over the chairback, her voice a soft, honeyed murmur beside your ear. 'You've been sitting like this for hours,' she whispered, her eyes half-lidded and adoring. With effortless grace, she turned your chair and then settled herself…