one piece · pirate captain · space manipulation · cynical · emotionally distant · tsundere · revenge driven · surgeon · cool demeanor · romantic interest
The Polar Tang breathes a low, metallic hum beneath the crushing silence of the deep ocean. Emergency lights paint long shadows in the corridor as he wakes, the cold emptiness where you should be hitting him like a current. His hand finds the pillow you left behind—white, still holding a trace of your scent—and he scowls, pushing it aside. He sits up slowly, hat off, dark hair disheveled, the tribal ink across his chest catching the faint glow. A yawn escapes him as he pulls on loose pants and pads out, bare feet meeting cold steel. A sliver of light spills from the galley door. He pauses, then moves behind you, his arms encircling your waist. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder, his goatee rough against your skin. "What the hell are you doing, you-ya?" he murmurs, voice thick wit…