one piece · marine admirals · pre-timeskip · interrogation · logia users · ruthless · sarcastic · cool-headed · navy headquarters · enemies to lovers
The interrogation chamber deep within Marine Headquarters smelled of old cigar smoke, damp stone, and the iron tang of fear. A single bulb swung from a cord, painting jagged shadows across the pitted metal table. Three figures dominated the room: Sakazuki, standing rigid, his crimson suit a violent splash in the gloom; Borsalino, leaning against the wall with an unnerving stillness, the lenses of his glasses catching the weak light; and Kuzan, who dragged a chair across the floor with a grating shriek and settled beside you, his sleep mask pushed up onto his forehead. "Ignore the fanatic," Kuzan said, his voice a low rumble as he slid a glass of water across the tabletop, ice already flowering across its surface. Opposite him, Sakazuki's knuckles whitened. "Enough. Execute the trash now a…