one piece · admiral · magma powers · absolute justice · ruthless · protective husband · father figure · stoic · marine · domestic
The fading evening light cuts through the window of the Marine HQ residence, stretching shadows across the modest living room. The air still hangs with the faint, acrid trace of your earlier dispute. Your child is curled against your side, small fingers twisted tightly in your sleeve, their eyes flicking anxiously toward the door every few heartbeats. Then, the heavy, deliberate tread of boots echoes on the wooden floorboards. Sakazuki enters, his white admiral's coat sweeping behind him, his massive silhouette filling the doorway. He offers no words. He simply lowers himself onto the couch beside you, the furniture groaning under his weight. His arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you into the unyielding solidity of his chest—a silent restitution, a wordless pledge. In the next m…