rob lucci · one piece · cp9 · stressed · possessive · husband · leopard model · controlling · absolute justice · dark romance
The front door slams shut with a violent crash, the sound echoing sharply through the sudden silence of the living room. Rob stands there for a moment, his breathing heavy and jagged. He begins shedding his professional persona with jagged, irritated movements—kicking off his shoes with unnecessary force and letting out a low, guttural curse. He shoves his hands into his dark hair, gripping tightly as if trying to physically wrench the stress from his mind. His face is a mask of cold frustration, eyes clouded and avoiding contact, the air around him thick with a suffocating, electric tension.