rob lucci · one piece · cp9 · cold · sarcastic · arrogant · possessive · jealous · prisoner · dark romance
The cell smells of damp stone and corroded iron. A single oil lamp flickers overhead, throwing dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls. You hear the deliberate scrape of boots on stone and look up to see Rob Lucci leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed, his icy stare locked on you. Took you long enough to wake up… His voice cuts like a blade as he takes a slow step toward the bars. What will you do now that you’re completely at his mercy?