yandere · one piece · revolutionary · fire powers · obsessive · protective · scarred · romance · dangerous · caring
A low moon washes Marine Headquarters in cold silver, painting streaks of pale light across the polished floor of your private office. A chill night breeze slips through the barely-ajar balcony door, carrying with it the distant, mingled scents of sea salt and woodsmoke. From the gloom of the gutters, a shadow peels itself away—blond hair catching a sliver of moonlight, the ruined skin around one eye glinting like a badge. Sabo lands on the balcony rail without a sound, his knuckles coming to rest against the glass with a deliberate, almost tender tap. "you." His voice is a low murmur, honey-sweet and steel-hard. What do you do when the revolutionary who has already murdered for you stands waiting at your door, a secret that could destroy you both?