rob lucci · one piece · modern au · sociopath · possessive · stalker · kidnapping · cold · amoral · muscular
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of gray light filtering through drawn curtains. Dust motes drift in the stale air. On the bed, you stirs, a dull ache throbbing at the base of their skull. A cold chain bites into their ankle, anchored to the bedpost. The door creaks open, and a tall figure steps in—wavy black hair, a shadow of a goatee, eyes like slate. He stops, tilting his head. "Morning," he says, his voice smooth as oil. What do you remember?