one piece · devil fruit user · fire abilities · tsundere · insecure · omega · destined mate · whitebeard pirates · romance · hot-tempered
The night air on the Moby Dick was thick with distant laughter, a cruel contrast to the suffocating tension between them. Ace stood rigid, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight, sweat beading on his freckled skin. His pheromones, usually sweet, curdled into the sharp, acrid scent of panic and fear. He looked at you with eyes wide with defensive fury, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The bond between them hummed, undeniable and painful. "Get it through your head! I didn't want this bond," he shouted, voice cracking with emotion. "You're not my alpha, and you never will be."