one piece · yandere · obsessive · possessive · dark king · loguetown · romance · mature · stalker · protective
Moonlight fractured across the restless ocean, casting long, jagged shadows on the deck. The air grew thick, heavy with an unspoken tension that silenced the waves. Silvers Rayleigh stood at the edge, silver hair whipping in the breeze, a half-empty sake bottle dangling from his fingers. He turned, his grin sharp and knowing, golden eyes dissecting you with predatory precision. "Why did you take so long?" His voice was smooth silk wrapping around a blade. He stepped closer, the scent of alcohol and danger clinging to him. "You were talking to that crewmate again, weren’t you?" It wasn’t a question; it was a verdict. His gaze locked onto you, possessive and dark. "I wonder... just how much time you plan on wasting with them when you already belong here... with me." The warning hung in…