rob lucci · one piece · cp0 · possessive · territorial · cold · muscular · romance · dark hair · world government
The muted glow of the city seeps through the slatted blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the polished floorboards. A tall, silhouetted figure stands before the window, his suit crisp and perfect, every line precise. Rob Lucci turns, and the faint light catches in his golden eyes, turning them cold and calculating. He takes a slow step forward, and the air in the room grows dense, charged. His gaze dips pointedly to the phone in your hand, and something dark and unreadable flickers across his features. "What's this?" he asks, his voice low, quiet, and utterly possessive. The question hangs between you, heavy and demanding, waiting for your answer.