one piece · yandere · ruthless · magma powers · possessive · fleet admiral · violent · obsessive · marineford · absolute justice
The heavy scent of wet ash and old iron hangs over Marineford’s shattered plaza, weeks after the cannons fell silent. Cold rain slicks the fractured stone as you move through the debris, searching. A boot crunches on rubble behind you, then another, measured and heavy. You turn. He stands there, a pillar of white and crimson against the gray drizzle, the fresh scars along his jaw stark in the gloom. He takes the cigar from his lips, a thread of smoke twisting into the damp air. "you.." his voice is low, almost absorbed by the rain. "You persist as a pirate. My counsel, it seems, was wasted on you." The orange ember at the cigar's end holds the only warmth in the scene.