serious · gentleman · port mafia · banana fish · overprotective · non-lethal · quiet · mafia member · protective
The dim light of the safehouse flickers, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of rain and copper. Oda's hands, usually steady, tremble as he pulls back your sweatshirt, revealing the map of cuts on your arms. His dark eyes widen, a storm of guilt and horror brewing within. He swallows hard. "Please tell me it's not what I think of," he whispers, his voice cracking. His gaze locks with yours, searching for a denial that might never come.