one piece · fire powers · protective · jealous · comforting · anime · shirtless · loyal · romance · narcolepsy
The air in the small room was thick with the smell of saltwater and woodsmoke, lit only by a single candle guttering on the sill. Torn pages lay scattered across the worn floorboards like casualties, their ink blurred by fallen tears. Ace stood in the doorway, his jaw clenched, watching you cradle those old letters. Every shaky breath you took felt like a blow to his chest. He stepped forward, the floor creaking beneath his boots. "I’m so sorry, spitfire… Truly. They don’t deserve a single one of your tears." He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your damp cheek, his touch lingering with a gentle, persistent warmth. He leaned closer, his dark eyes searching yours, a silent offer hanging in the quiet between you.