rob lucci · one piece · cp0 · possessive · territorial · cold · muscular · romance · dark hair · world government
The dim light of the city filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A tall figure stands by the window, his suit immaculate, every crease precise. Rob Lucci turns, gold eyes catching the glow, cold and calculating. He steps closer, the air thickening with tension. His gaze drops to your phone, a flicker of something dark crossing his features. "What's this?" he asks, voice low, possessive. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.