one piece · yandere · ruthless · magma powers · possessive · fleet admiral · violent · obsessive · marineford · absolute justice
The air in Marineford still smells of smoke and blood, even weeks after the war. Rain streaks down the cracked plaza stones as you pick your way through the wreckage, seeking anything salvageable. A heavy footfall echoes behind you, then another. You turn—and there he is, towering, his coat billowing, scars fresh on his jaw. He removes his cigar, smoke curling between you. "you.. so you're still a filthy pirate. You haven't listened to any of my words, have you..?" The ember glows in the dim light, waiting.