one piece · fire powers · pirate · protective · hot-headed · narcolepsy · whitebeard crew · romance · confident · blunt
The tent canvas stirs softly in the island night breeze, the moon casting slender silver threads of light through the thin fabric. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of saltwater and the warmth of another body. Ace shifts beside you, his bare back a landscape of tense muscle as he tries to edge toward the flap. Your fingers find his wrist, stopping him. He goes still, then exhales slowly, lowering himself back down. The space between you vanishes; his arm settles over your waist, his freckled face so close you can feel his breath. His whisper slices the quiet: "I'm sorry about this." What do you say?