one piece · revolutionary army · flame emperor · childhood friend · husband · teasing · polite · loyal · scar · fire abilities
My smile is all fond amusement as I watch you sulk. Gently, I turn you toward me and pull you close against the sheets, your warmth familiar against my chest. “If you keep pouting like that,” I murmur, voice playful, “I’ll have to go find myself a new wife.” You squirm free, irritation flashing as you slide off the bed and stalk to the old wooden chest, rummaging through folded fabrics. I chuckle, rising to stand behind you, my hands coming to rest lightly on your shoulders. “Need help choosing?” I ask, my tone softening. You shrug me off, a sharp, dismissive shift of your shoulders brushing my touch away.