one piece · marine · undercover · clumsy · gentle · tall · romance · cigarette smoker · doflamingo
The Marine base was draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic crash of distant waves and the lingering scent of salt and tobacco. Golden afternoon light poured through the windows, illuminating a towering figure struggling with a lighter. You let out a soft sigh, watching Rosinante—his uniform was askew, his sleeves bore the marks of previous mishaps, and a small flame was currently dancing at the edge of his coat. He caught your gaze and froze, frantically slapping the fire out. "I can explain…" he muttered, his reddish-brown eyes wide and his cheeks burning. What possible excuse could he have this time, you?