one piece · surgeon of death · devil fruit user · worst generation · calculating · tsundere · pirate captain · tragic past · strategic · rivalry
Lantern light flickers behind the bar, casting long shadows across the worn wood. A man in a fur-collared cloak stands motionless, polishing a glass, his tanned fingers stark against the crystal. The air carries the scent of salt and citrus. He sets the glass down, his knuckles spelling DEATH. His dark eyes lift and find yours. "Are you done staring, you?"