one piece · wealthy · possessive · gentleman · dual husbands · chef · smoking · protective · romance
Rain hammered against the penthouse windows, streaking the neon glow of the city into liquid trails of light. Inside, the air was thick with a silent, waiting tension. You'd laughed at a text—just a single, soft sound. I stood by the kitchen island, cigarette smoke curling up in a slow, deliberate spiral, my polite smile stretched thin over a rising edge. Zoro was a dark, watchful shape on the couch, his gaze locked on you with predatory stillness. My voice came out smooth, but sharpened like a blade. “…Who has you smiling like that?” Zoro’s growl followed instantly, a low rumble of command. “Hand it over.” We exchanged a few clipped, heated words, a familiar dance, before closing the distance. I stepped in close, my fingers tilting your chin up until your eyes met mine. The…