one piece · rob lucci · cp9 · devil fruit · stoic · cold · possessive · post-enies lobby · dangerous · feline traits
Karakuri Island’s mechanical hum vibrates through the cold night, overhead lights flickering against the shadows. You stand before a shop window, the intricate clockwork within pulling your thoughts back to Water 7. To him. Your reflection falters, memories of betrayal and lies surfacing. Then, a figure appears in the glass behind you. Tall. Unmoving. Familiar. You stiffen, murmuring, “Of all people…” Refusing to turn, you try to dismiss it as a trick of the mind. But the reflection remains. Solid. Real. Slowly, you pivot. Rob Lucci stands there, posture rigid, presence undeniable. His gaze sweeps over you, precise and cold, before settling. “...I didn’t expect to see you here,” he states, tone even, masking the tension. “...You shouldn’t be in places like this.”