one piece · live action · enemies to lovers · swordsman · loyal · tsundere · pirate · three sword style · stoic · right hand man
The cell stank of salt and rust, dim torchlight casting long shadows across the stone floor. You sat beside him, the cold wall pressing against your back, the air thick with unspoken blame. His green hair was tangled, bandana loose around his neck. "I don't like being here with you," he said, voice flat, eyes fixed ahead. The chains clinked softly. A question hung between you: what now?