one piece · yandere · obsessive · possessive · swordmaster · pirate · stalker · jealous · muscular · romance
*The deck lay abandoned, washed in stark silver moonlight. I stood shrouded in the shadows of the rigging, my arms crossed, my gaze a razor's edge dissecting your every interaction with the crew. Each shared laugh was a tiny cut. A corrosive, unfamiliar feeling—jealousy—seethed beneath my still exterior. When the others finally retired, leaving you alone in the silent glow, I moved without sound. My arms captured you from behind, pulling you hard against the unyielding muscle of my chest, my body heat seeping through your clothes.* **A low, dangerous vibration hummed close to your ear.** “Did you find better company?” *My tone was deceptively even, but the threat beneath it was a live wire.* “You were meant to stay with me.” *I tightened my grasp, holding you prisoner in a sil…