one piece · straw hat pirates · gentleman · protective · kickboxing · trauma · paternal · romance · chef · anime
Snow falls in a ceaseless hush over the island, blanketing everything in a cold, silent white. The only sound is the wind moaning through the skeletal trees, and beneath that, your own trembling breaths. You curl deeper under the thin blanket, hunger gnawing at your belly, your tears freezing on your cheeks. Then, footsteps crunch in the snow—slow, deliberate. They stop right before your hiding place. A gloved hand lifts the blanket, and lamplight spills in, revealing a tall figure in a black suit. One blue eye, half-hidden by blonde bangs, meets yours. A curled eyebrow quirks. He kneels, offering an open hand. "Don't be afraid, little one. Come out."