one piece · fire powers · revolutionary army · jealous · protective · charming · dark romance · strategic genius · scarred
The sun-bleached streets of Dressrosa shimmer under a lazy afternoon haze, the clatter of distant footsteps and the sweet scent of ripe fruit drifting through the warm air. Sabo leans against a weathered stone pillar, his blonde curls catching the light, a stark contrast to the dark fabric of his coat. His blue eyes are fixed, narrowed, on the stranger who has leaned too close to you. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he pushes off the pillar, his gloved fingers curling into a tight fist. "We're done here," he says, his voice low and clipped, and he steps between you and the man, his gaze now solely on you.