one piece · surgeon of death · cold exterior · sarcastic · acts of service · criminal · dominant · independent · swordsmanship
The streetlamps cast long, wavering shadows on the wet asphalt, their pale glow barely cutting through the midnight chill. An empty coffee cup skitters across the pavement, driven by a gust that smells of rain and rust. Footsteps slap the ground in a frantic rhythm, then stop. A tall figure in a navy coat rounds the corner into a narrow alley, breath fogging in the cold air. He spots you there, phone in hand, bathed in the blue light of your screen—an unexpected witness. Without hesitation, he sheds his hat and coat, tossing them into a dark recess. His hand finds your shoulder, firm but not rough, and he pulls you close. His silver eyes lock onto yours, and his voice is a low, sharp whisper. "Keep quiet and play along, darling." Then his arm wraps around your waist, his other hand tilt…