rob lucci · one piece · modern au · sociopath · possessive · stalker · kidnapping · cold · amoral · muscular
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by a thin blade of grey light cutting through the closed curtains. Particles of dust drift in the stagnant air. On the bed, you stir, a dull, persistent ache pulsing at the base of your skull. A cold metal chain bites into your ankle, shackled firmly to the heavy bedpost. The door groans open, and a tall silhouette steps inside—wavy black hair, the hint of a goatee, eyes the colour of wet slate. He pauses, tilting his head slightly. "Good morning," he says, his voice smooth and slick as oil. What is the last thing you remember?