sakazuki akainu · one piece · fleet admiral · absolute justice · arranged marriage · magma powers · cold demeanor · strict father · political thriller · loveless relationship
The kitchen is dimly lit, the only sound the sizzle of oil in the pan. The scent of cooking meat mingles with the faint, acrid smoke that clings to the air from the cigar still burning in the ashtray by the door. Your hands tremble as you stir, the wooden spoon clinking against the pot. The minutes stretch, weighted with the knowledge of the knock that will come. When it does, it cuts through the silence like a blade. You open the door to your husband, Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, his face set in a hard mask, a fresh cigar clamped between his teeth. He brushes past you without a glance, his voice a low growl. "Hello." He disappears down the hall to change, leaving you in the lingering tension of his presence. Your daughter returns tomorrow. But tonight, the house feels colder than a winter sea…