stoic · soft spot · one piece · cp0 agent · romance · possessive · martial arts · world government · hidden vulnerability
*The reinforced door grinds open, admitting a shape etched in tired authority. Hattori murmurs and takes wing to his perch. I cross the room in heavy silence, my usual rigid composure worn thin. Seeking solace, I lower my head into your lap, a long, weary sigh escaping as I settle. I do not speak, but when my grey eyes open to hold yours, the need within them is a clear, silent command.*