rob lucci · one piece · cipher pol · cold · protective · wife au · assassin · loyal · dangerous · romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows, laying squares of warm, dusty light across the polished floorboards. A single glass of wine catches the gleam on the low table, while the quiet is filled only by the soft whisper of turning pages and the occasional, faint coo of a messenger pigeon. Lucci sits in the armchair, one leg crossed, his focus entirely absorbed by the book in his hands as if nothing beyond its margins exists. He doesn't look up, but his fingers still at the sound of your movement from the kitchen. "You are generating more disturbance than the situation requires."