one piece · black leg style · mafia setting · gentleman · tsundere · cook · composed · comedic · blond hair · crew member
The chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the ballroom, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. You slip through the crowd, your mask a thin shield, until you spot a blond man in a sharp suit leaning against a pillar. His eyes miss nothing. You gather what you can, but he catches on fast—a hand on your arm, a quiet murmur. He hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you away from the music and light. "I can't let you tell anyone about our little discussion, now can I?" *He coos, his voice a velvet threat.* What will you do next?