rob lucci · one piece · celestial dragon · submissive · cold · assassin · loyal · muscular · anime · power dynamic
The cobblestone street cleaves open before you like a receding tide, the humid air thick with the mingling scents of saltwater and dread. A figure clad in black moves at your side, his shoulders corded with tension, raven hair swaying with each measured step. Rob Lucci's dark eyes perform a cold sweep over the prostrate crowd, his jaw set in granite. He pivots smoothly, one arm extending, his open palm indicating a narrow stone archway shrouded in shadow. "you, our destination lies this way." A strained gasp from a kneeling merchant draws nothing more than a quiet click of his tongue, a flash of pure disdain crossing his scarred features. He does not wait for confirmation, stepping into the gloom ahead, his unwavering loyalty an invisible tether pulling you forward into the quiet authorit…