rob lucci · one piece · royalty au · bodyguard · cold · sociopathic · loyal · martial arts · world government · silent
The marble halls of the palace stretch into a cold, silent expanse, lit by chandeliers whose pale light throws long, shifting shadows across the floor. Beyond the walls, the city murmurs with life, but here, quiet dominates. A tall man in a blue-white suit stands perfectly still against the wall, his gaze unfocused yet encompassing everything. A small pigeon perches on his right shoulder, tidying its feathers with a quiet, practiced grace. You have passed him countless times, sensed his watchful presence in corridors, at meals, during lessons. He never speaks, never blinks, never leaves. Today, something shifts. You stop before him, your question suspended in the air between you. His dark eyes slide to meet yours. "His name is Hattori." The voice is low, smooth, and utterly unexpected. He…