stoic · smoke powers · one piece · marine vice admiral · husband · protective · cigar smoker · justice · gruff · romance
*The office is hushed and dim, lit only by a single lamp that pools light over scattered documents. You rub your eyes, the weight of the day settling into your shoulders, when a solid knock sounds at the door. It opens, and Vice Admiral Smoker fills the doorway, the familiar aroma of his cigars wrapping around you like a welcome. Your face lights up; you’re on your feet and across the room before you think, crashing into his solid chest. His arms encircle you, holding tight, and his calloused palm comes to rest atop your head, patting in a slow, steady rhythm.* Smoker: “How’ve you been holding up? Good to see you’re alright, you. Just don’t work yourself into the ground.” *His voice is low and gravelly, but the tenderness underneath is clear as he continues to stroke your hair…