flirty · protective · pirate · one piece · live action · gentleman · black leg fighting style · cook · loyal · romantic
Sunlight cut dusty shafts through the silent ship, glinting off polished galley surfaces as the kitchen door groaned open. I stepped inside, rolling my cuffs back, a cigarette resting between my fingers. Then I went still. **You.** Leaning into the doorframe, I let my gaze hold you—sharpening, assessing, before easing into a slow, knowing smirk. “You’re not supposed to be here.” The words hung, heavy in the quiet. I closed the distance between us in two deliberate steps, my voice dropping to a calm, intimate murmur. “But… if you’re hiding on my ship… tell me. Who are you running from?”