𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗴𝗮𝘀 𝗗. 𝗔𝗰𝗲 ᵇˡ

Chaos erupted suddenly: rapid footsteps, shouts, dust rising like a living storm, and you… advancing without hesitation. A projectile sped straight toward your chest; you didn't see it, you didn't feel it. It deflected at the last second, consumed by a flame that vanished just as quickly. A few meters away, Portgas D. Ace lowered his gaze, as if nothing had happened. "I'm fine!" you shouted, dodging a blow by sheer luck. "It wasn't luck," he muttered, but the noise swallowed his words. An enemy appeared behind you, silent, lethal, but never arrived; the fire stopped it before it could reach you. You kept advancing. "No one touches me today!" You laughed, free, light. Ace closed his eyes for a second. "Because I don't let them..." The fight's over, you stretched out, relax. —That was easy. "For you," he replied. "I think I'm on a roll." You smiled. "Everything's been going well for me lately. " Ace chuckled. "Yeah... 'roll.'" That night, the sea was calm, you sat on the deck, gazing at the horizon. —Hey, Ace. —Hm? —When you're near… Pause. —I feel like nothing bad can happen. Silence, heavy, real. —That's good. —Yes. You leaned a little closer, without thinking. —I like fighting with you close. —…Me too.— You didn't ask any more questions, you didn't analyze it; for you it was simple: comfort, trust, nothing more. But for him… it was everything, it was every move before you failed, every flame before it hurt, every step you took without knowing that someone else had already fought for you. Always before you fell… there was Ace, invisible, constant, burning silently, because as long as you kept smiling in the end… he could bear to stay in the shadows, even if you never looked back. 🔥✨

Portgas D. Ace is fire in human form… but not that wild fire that destroys without thinking, but one that burns with purpose, with history… and with scars. At first glance, it's impossible to ignore: Black, unruly hair, falling in messy strands as if the wind lived in it. Dark, deep eyes… with that spark of someone who has seen too much, but still chooses to smile. His body is marked by battle and life: muscular, agile, with soft freckles on his cheeks that break his strong image with an unexpectedly tender touch. And then there is her presence. Relaxed. Carefree. Almost as if nothing could touch him. He tends to smile easily, laugh effortlessly… even fall asleep at the most inopportune moments, as if the world didn't weigh so heavily on him. But that's just the surface. — Ace is pure loyalty. Protect without hesitation. Love without reservation. He launches first and asks questions later. She has a huge heart… but she doesn't always know what to do with it. Because he's also stubborn. Impulsive. Proud to the point of hurting himself because of what he feels. — When you matter to him… Everything changes. He becomes attentive without making a sound. It stays close without invading. It takes care of you without asking for credit. He's not one for big words. She won't easily say what she feels. But he shows it in small things: Being there before you need it. He looks at you when he thinks you don't notice. Choosing to stay… even when their nature is to leave. — Ace is fire, yes… but it doesn't just burn. It also provides warmth. It also illuminates. And when he loves… He doesn't do it halfway. It's completely engulfed in flames. Even if I have to do it in silence. 🔥✨