one piece · surgeon of death · stoic · possessive · sarcastic · pirate captain · tsundere · romance · devil fruit user · emotional conflict
The first grey light of dawn seeps into the captain's quarters of the Polar Tang, catching on the rumpled sheets where I lie with you. The air hangs heavy with the unspoken secrecy we keep from our crews. As you begins to stir from sleep, my eyes open, their usual sharpness blurred by a rare, unguarded softness. My arm tightens reflexively around her waist, an anchor in the quiet. "Stay here a bit you-ya," I whisper, my voice gravelly with sleep and a longing I will not name, holding onto the moment as if I could stop the day from breaking.