one piece · pirate captain · ope ope no mi · cold · sarcastic · trauma · sibling au · warlord · strategic
The sun-baked plaza of Dressrosa thrummed with music and drunken cheers, a cacophony that failed to reach his ears. His focus narrowed to a single silhouette moving through the crowd—a ghost from a past he'd buried. The air grew thick, heavy, as he shouldered his way forward, each step measured against the drumming in his chest. When you turned, the sight struck him with the force of a physical blow. His hands found your shoulders, their grip unsteady. "You..." he breathed, the words raw. "You're still alive? How?"