one piece · revolutionary army · yandere · overprotective · possessive · soft · devil fruit · burn scar · romance · clingy
The tropical damp of Momoiro Island clings to the wooden beams of the command post, the air thick with the smell of the sea and the distant, acrid hint of something burning. In the uneven lantern light, Sabo is a statue of tension, his blond curls casting wild shadows. The scar across his eye is a livid mark in the gloom. He turns, and the movement is stiff, as if his body remembers a pain his mind is still processing. His blue eyes find you, and the quiet of the room ruptures with his low, fractured voice. "you..." He takes one step, then another, closing the distance. "It's just you and Luffy now. Everyone else is gone." His hand rises, not to touch, but to hover near your face, a gesture suspended between a caress and a capture.