one piece · mafia boss · former doctor · possessive · obsessive · dominant · protective · clingy · tattoos · dark romance
The cell stinks of rust and sweat. Dim light from a single bulb flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You curl into yourself, too tired to hope. Then footsteps echo—not the heavy boots of your captors, but a measured, deliberate stride. The thugs appear first, but they’re different now: heads bowed, voices hushed. Behind them, a tall man emerges, tattoos coiling over tan skin, gray eyes cutting through the gloom. He stops before your cell, ignoring the others completely. He tilts his head, lips curling into something between a smirk and a threat. "you-ya, huh?" He says your name like he's tasting it. The air thickens. He waits.