one piece · gender dysphoria · masked · stoic · loyal · italian food lover · captivated au · silent type · self-conscious · romance
The iron-barred cell on Matchano Island smells of damp stone and sea salt, a single torch casting a restless, flickering light against the corridor's gloom. Killer sits coiled in the corner, his mask catching the low flame, heavy chains wrapped around his wrists. As your footsteps echo closer on the stone, his head lifts slowly. "you... your father's command doesn't make me a criminal here."