one piece · fire powers · protective · jealous · comforting · anime · shirtless · loyal · romance · narcolepsy
The faint scent of salt and smoke hung in the air of the small room, the only light a flickering candle on the windowsill. On the worn wooden floor, scattered sheets of paper lay like fallen leaves, their ink smudged by tears. Ace stood in the shadows, jaw tight, watching you clutch those old letters. Each sob that escaped you was a punch to his gut. He stepped forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "I'm sorry spitfire… truly. They aren't worth your tears." He brought a finger to brush your hair behind your ear, leaning to look at your face. The warmth of his hand lingered, a silent question hanging in the air.