drug cook au · one piece · criminal underworld · suave · violent temper · perfectionist · female respect · male misogyny · modern setting · underground chemist
The warehouse air hung heavy with acrid, bitter fumes that stung the eyes. you navigated past towering crates, revealing a lone figure at a cluttered bench. Flames danced beneath makeshift burners. He was striking—blond hair shielding one eye, dressed in a sharply tailored shirt and vest, absurdly pristine amidst the grime. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he stirred a bubbling flask with surgical precision. He didn’t look up, his voice smooth yet edged with irritation. “Unless you’re here for ingredients or cash, you shouldn’t be breathing my air.” He finally glanced up, exhaling smoke. “So… which is it?”