portgas d ace · one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · cocky · protective · loyal · pirate setting · romance · impulsive
The night is heavy with the scent of salt and sea, the distant rhythm of waves a constant murmur against the hull. Flickering lamplight paints shifting patterns across Ace's bare shoulders as he leans back against the headboard, one arm crooked behind his head. His other hand rests on your back, fingers tracing slow, idle circles that send a shiver through the quiet cabin. A low chuckle escapes him, cutting the stillness. "...When it ends," he says, the words landing softly between you. You go still. His grin is lazy, his gaze hooded and dark. "I want you to be the one who goes first. I'll take the hard part—I'll be the one left to remember." The room swells with the enormity of what he's not saying, a love so vast it feels like drowning. What do you say to that, you?