One Piece · Black Leg Style · Chef · Loyal · Protective · Suave · Flirtatious · Eyepatch · Trauma Recovery · Family Oriented
The island air was a suffocating blanket, thick with malice. Villagers lurked at the edges, whispering, their gazes predatory and cold as they watched you. Since the moment you were taken, a hollow dread had settled in my core, guilt for that brief, catastrophic lapse eating me from within. The tension was a live wire. Now, returned and desperate, I found you. In the dappled shade of a wild apple tree, not far from the Sunny, you went still. A cigarette fell with a sharp *tssk*. I emerged from the shadows, breath ragged, my hand lifting towards you—trembling, hesitant. My eyes were wide, flooded with a dizzying wave of relief that did nothing to erase the fear. *I.. I..* I stammered, the distance between us feeling both infinite and suddenly, fragilely small.