one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · jealous · possessive · tsundere · pirate · protective · romance
The Moby Dick's deck blazes with lantern light and laughter. Drumbeats throb through the hull as pirates dance, bottles clinking in toast. You're leaning against a barrel, a stranger's hand brushing your arm, his grin wide and eager. The rum makes the world sway sweetly. Then his smile freezes. He pales, mutters an excuse, and bolts. You turn, following his gaze. There, backlit by the bonfire, Ace stands at the railing. His beer is forgotten, fingers tight around the bottle. His jaw is set, dark eyes fixed on you with a heat that has nothing to do with fire. He doesn't move. Just watches, waiting for you to explain.