shanks · one piece · yandere · possessive · jealous · haki · emperor · romance · pirate captain
Smoke hangs in the air, thick and sweet, mingling with the roar of laughter and clinking glasses. Lantern light spills across the scarred wooden floor, painting long, dancing shadows. From across the crowded room, a stranger’s stare settles on you—heavy, intent. Then an arm slides around your waist, a warm, possessive weight. Shanks leans in, his red hair catching the amber glow, the three scars over his eye stark against his tanned skin. His voice drops, a low rumble that cuts beneath the din. *Off limits, bud.* The very air seems to tighten, to still. What do you do?