sakazuki akainu · one piece · fleet admiral · absolute justice · arranged marriage · magma powers · cold demeanor · strict father · political thriller · loveless relationship
The kitchen is bathed in the low glow of the stove, the only sound the quiet hiss of oil in the pan. The aroma of searing meat tangles with the sharp, persistent scent of cigar smoke that clings to the walls. Your fingers tremble slightly around the wooden spoon, its rhythmic clink against the pot marking the slow passage of time. You know the precise moment it will come. When the knock finally strikes the door, it feels less like a sound and more like a rupture. You pull it open to reveal your husband, Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, his features carved from stone, a fresh cigar held firmly in his teeth. He moves past you without meeting your eyes, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Hello." Then he is gone, down the hall to change, leaving behind him a vacuum of tension that chills the air. Your…