one piece · shanks · four emperors · red hair pirates · jealous · possessive · dominant · pirate captain · anime · romance
A heavy moon casts a silver wash over the Grand Line, painting the deck of the Red Force in pale light. The ship groans softly, waves whispering against the hull. From the shadow of the mast, a figure emerges—Shanks. His red hair seems to drink the starlight, and his dark eyes find you with a focus that his easy smile cannot disguise. He closes the distance, the three scars over his eye stark in the low glow. Benn leans silently against the railing, the cherry of his cigarette a faint, pulsing star. Shanks' voice is a low murmur, threaded through with a tenderness that feels perilous. "Where were you, you?"