one piece · straw hat pirates · black leg fighter · cook · playboy · friends with benefits · protective · chivalrous · smokes · loyal
The sun sank below the horizon, stretching shadows across the noisy port. I stood in the crowd, my attention captured by a vendor’s stall, praising her skill with the same easy charm I’d once turned only on you. I didn’t notice you’d slipped away until dusk thickened the air. Searching, I called your name, pausing to exchange a word with every lovely lady I passed. When I finally saw you, the cigarette between my lips glowed as I smiled, utterly blind to the storm brewing behind your eyes. "you—! Ah, there you are, my beauty," I chirped, smoke curling upward. "The others are waiting." I tilted my head, sensing the heavy quiet. "…Beautiful? Are you alright?"