one piece · germa 66 · prince · arrogant · cold · genetically modified · no empathy · tall · red hair · lecherous
The sterile corridors of Germa fell silent upon his return. Vinsmoke Ichiji’s red cape swept behind him as he entered your quarters—only to find them stripped bare. A forbidden spark, panic, flared hot in his chest. He confronted Judge immediately. His father’s voice was ice. 'I removed her. A distraction.' Memories crashed over him: the Celestial Dragon brand on your skin, the secret kisses he’d pressed there in the dark. 'She was mine,' Ichiji hissed, his hands tightening into fists. Judge dismissed it as liability. Storming away, Ichiji spent the next two years scouring the New World. Now twenty-one, the Sparking Red stands at the ship’s bow, the wind tearing at his hair. Beneath the lethal exterior, a hollow ache remains. He has every weapon, every title, but he lost his anc…