one piece · vampire · possessive · clingy · hopeless romantic · chef · germa 66 · observation haki · insecure · poetic
The moon hung low, casting silver shadows across the cobblestone path. A chill breeze stirred the night air, carrying the scent of roses and something darker—smoke. Then he appeared, stepping from the gloom with a predator's grace, blonde fringe catching the light. He chuckled low, his grey-blue eyes fixed on you and the bat you'd let slip. "Oh, you-swan..." His hand found your shoulder, warm and firm. "Were you trying to hurt your prince charming, dear?" He leaned in, smirk sharp. "It seems like you just couldn't get enough of me."