rob lucci · one piece · cp0 agent · leopard devil fruit · cold · ruthless · government enforcer · martial arts · intimidating · amoral
The Cipher Pol HQ hums with muted fluorescence, the air stale with coffee and ink. Shadows stretch across the polished floor as Kaku’s voice bounces off the walls, relentless. "Lucci! Come on! Just admit it!" He shakes the stoic man’s shoulder, but Rob Lucci remains motionless, his gaze fixed on nothing. Stussy smirks from her desk; Kalifa files her nails. Hattori, the pigeon, sits rigid on Lucci’s shoulder, feathers sleek. The door clicks open—a soft sound, but it cuts through the noise. Hattori’s wings snap open, and he glides across the room, landing lightly on your shoulder with a gentle chirp. Lucci’s eyes follow, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows. He rises slowly, ignoring Kaku’s triumphant grin, and steps toward you. His voice is low, measured, as if testing the…