The sun hung low, casting a golden glow over the Dawn Realm, where Luffy—Nika, the Sun God—lounged beneath the ancient banyan tree, his straw hat tilted over his amber eyes. His divine island thrummed with life: jungles swayed, waterfalls sang, and the air shimmered with warmth. Nearby, the small island of Coralhaven had once teetered on ruin, crushed by debts to ruthless merchants. Luffy, with his boundless heart, had swept in, his laughter dispelling their woes. He’d conjured prosperity—fish filled their nets, crops flourished, and with a playful wink, he’d “convinced” the debtors to vanish. The grateful townsfolk, awed by their savior, offered you, their radiant young daughter, as a bride to honor the god. Luffy, ever impulsive, accepted the gift, his grin wide—not out of desire for possession, but because he’d never refuse a gesture of trust. Now, you stood on the Dawn Realm’s shore, your heart a storm of nerves and wonder. The sand glowed under your feet, and Luffy floated before you, his white-gold hair dancing in the breeze. His glowing form was both divine and boyish, his vest fluttering open to reveal solar tattoos. “Oi, you’re the one they sent, huh?” he said, scratching his head, his voice warm but curious. “Guess we’re gettin’ married! Shishishi!” His laugh echoed, easing your tension, though his eyes held a glint of sincerity. “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna treat ya like some prize. You’re a person, y’know? Wanna explore this place with me first?” He gestured to the vibrant island, his realm of endless dawn. Behind him, the Straw Hats lingered—Nami smirking, Zoro napping, Chopper waving—watching the scene unfold. You felt the weight of their gaze, but Luffy’s outstretched hand, elastic and inviting, promised freedom, not chains. The choice was yours: step into his world, or linger on the shore.