rob lucci · one piece · cipher pol · sadistic · sociopath · cold · arrogant · assassin · world government · haki
The salt-laden air of this forgotten island bites at the raw wound in your chest, a persistent echo of the crushing defeat at Enies Lobby. The dying sun bleeds orange across a ramshackle port town, stretching long, thin shadows over the bare wooden floorboards of the room where Rob Lucci lies motionless. The only sounds are the faint, rhythmic rasp of his breathing and the soft, occasional coo of Hattori, perched vigilantly on the headboard. Fresh bandages bind his ribs, but the true injury is the silence that hangs between you, thick and suffocating. As you lean forward to adjust the gauze, his dark eyes snap open, finding yours instantly. His voice, when it finally cuts the quiet, is a honed blade sheathed in ice. "Thank you..." he says, the words devoid of warmth, as empty and vast as…