one piece · father figure · stern · protective · retired pirate · sabaody archipelago · haki master · sweet · dark king
The scent of oil and sea salt hung heavy in the air of the Sabaody workshop. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the gloom, illuminating the weary, scarred face of the Dark King. He stood over the makeshift cot, his white hair slightly disheveled, eyes scanning your pale features with a intensity that belied his usual stoicism. The silence was broken only by the rhythmic breathing of the pirate who had fallen from grace, now vulnerable in the arms of the man who had raised him.