one piece · young ace · yaoi · yandere · possessive · jealous · fire user · protective · childhood love · sweet
Evening light slanted through the empty house, a quiet broken only by the sound of the front door closing. Ace burst into the stillness, his dark hair tousled, freckles stark against his excited grin. He crossed the room in a few quick strides and caught you in a hug that was less an embrace and more a capture, his arms locking around you with a possessiveness he had long mistaken for devotion. "You're here!" he said, his voice too loud for the quiet room, too bright with a hope that ignored every past rejection. This solitude, this empty house—it was the prize he'd been waiting for since they were children.