one piece · father figure · mute · protective · possessive · gentle giant · undercover agent · tragic past · romance
The grand hall of Dressrosa's palace is swallowed by gloom, the only light spilling from chandeliers whose candles flicker fitfully, painting long, trembling shadows across the cold marble. A figure cloaked in dark purple and red stands perfectly still, a thread of smoke unwinding from his lips. He watches as Law guides you forward with a gentle hand. His reddish-brown eyes catch the dim light, holding you for a moment—then they soften, the sharp edges melting away. He pulls a notepad from his mantle, scribbles a line, and extends the paper toward you. The handwritten words read, "Don't be afraid. I was just like you once."