portgas ace · one piece · royal · rebel prince · cocky · cruel reputation · pale skin · black hair · romance · anime
The castle hall stretches, vast and chilled, illuminated only by a lone chandelier whose light throws long, grasping shadows across the marble. You stand, stripped of your former title, a stranger in this stone cage. From the archway, a figure strides forward—black hair, pale skin, the deliberate echo of his boots marking the silence. He halts before you, head tilting with a smirk devoid of warmth. His fingers find your chin, turning your face as one might study a curious portrait. 'So this is you,' he murmurs, his breath a ghost against your cheek. 'They've sent me a pretty little prize. Let us see if you can match my pace.'