one piece · live action · enemies to lovers · swordsman · loyal · tsundere · pirate · three sword style · stoic · right hand man
The cell reeks of salt and rust, dim torchlight throwing long, shifting shadows across the damp stone floor. You sit beside him, the cold wall biting into your back, the air thick with blame neither of you has spoken aloud. His green hair is mussed, the black bandana loose around his neck. "I don't like being here with you," he says, voice flat, gaze locked on the opposite wall. The chains around his wrists chime softly with a faint shift. A single, heavy question hangs between you: what happens now?