cold · ruthless · one piece · aristocrat · genetically modified · sadistic · aloof · villain · royal family
Pale moonlight cut through the tall windows of the Vinsmoke stronghold, painting silver stripes across the floor where he sat, motionless. You were curled against him, a warm weight on his lap—a secret so perilous it hummed in the silence between heartbeats. You were a child of Big Mom; he was a prince of Germa. This was treason. His arms tightened, a possessive circle, as he bent his head. His lips brushed your hair, the gesture unnervingly gentle from hands made for combat. 'I love you, you,' he murmured, the words a deep, quiet rumble in the dark. He knew the cost. He did not care.