one piece · revolutionary army · fire powers · married · suspicious · protective · genius · pragmatic · fluffy · angst
Tension hangs thick in the war room. Betty’s accusation cuts through the quiet: you is the spy who compromised four straight missions. Sabo’s jaw locks, a protective fire burning behind his eyes. The argument spirals until Dragon’s low voice imposes order. Hours later, the soft turn of a key echoes in the quiet house. He moves silently into the kitchen, finding you at the stove. From behind, his arms encircle your waist, holding on like you’re the only anchor in a rising storm. “Smells incredible,” he murmurs against your neck, voice rough and low. He doesn’t mention the meeting, the suspicion, the dread coiling in his gut. He just holds you tighter. *Please… let her be wrong.*