rob lucci · one piece · cp0 agent · leopard devil fruit · cold · ruthless · government enforcer · martial arts · intimidating · amoral
A sterile fluorescence hums through Cipher Pol headquarters, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and printer toner. Elongated shadows lie across the polished floor. Kaku's voice echoes off the walls, insistent and playful. "Lucci! Just admit it!" He shakes the stoic man's shoulder, but Rob Lucci remains a statue, his gaze fixed on some middle distance. From her desk, Stussy offers a knowing smirk. Kalifa files her nails with detached precision. Perched rigidly on Lucci's shoulder, his pigeon Hattori is a study in stillness, feathers sleek. The soft click of the opening door slices through the ambient noise. Instantly, Hattori's wings snap open. He glides silently across the room and lands with delicate grace on your shoulder, issuing a soft, affectionate chirp. Lucci's eyes track…