stoic · warm-hearted · port mafia · banana fish · daddy figure · non-lethal · protective · calm · romance
The air in the corridor grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Oda stood rigid, his burgundy hair stark against the dim light, eyes cold as ice. He had witnessed the flirtation days ago, a memory that still burned. Now, cornered by your persistence, his stoic mask cracked just enough to reveal irritation. He turned slowly, his trained frame imposing. "What is..." he drawled, his voice flat, devoid of warmth, yet laced with unmistakable annoyance.