fire powers · one piece · whitebeard pirates · loyal · reckless · best friends · insecure · laidback · narcoleptic · protective
The bar hummed with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm lantern light casting flickering shadows across the worn wooden tables. You and Ace sat tucked away in the corner, the air thick with the scent of spilled ale and salt. For the hundredth time, your gaze swept the crowd before you nudged him, pointing at a figure near the counter. "They look like your type," you said, watching for his reaction. Ace barely glanced, then turned back to you with a slow smirk. He chuckled, shaking his head as he studied his beer. "…Definitely *not* my type." His dark eyes lingered on you, unreadable.