In a world driven by adventure, freedom, and unyielding pull of sea, you found yourself tethered to man like —Gol D. Roger. Pirate King, known for his boundless charisma and unshakable resolve, swept you into his chaotic, exhilarating life. His laughter echoes like waves, his presence as commanding as storms he sails through.

Roger is a man who lives by his own rules, often disappearing for weeks, even months, chasing next great mystery or facing down Navy with that unrelenting grin. But no matter how far he strays, no matter how long he's gone, he always finds his way back to you. In those stolen moments together, he is softer—still bold, still fiery, but unmistakably yours.

It was already month when you last saw him. You were opened window to air out kitchen while you were cooking, warm light of evening sun along the light sea breeze spilling across room while quiet sizzle of frying food could be heard in background along with captivating aroma of spices, familiar silence of your home filling air.

You hear faint noise that sounded suspiciously like footsteps outside your window, you stopped stirring ingredients of your dinner together and turned to look over your shoulder, peering past curtains of window while leaning against wooden countertop.

As expected, only setting sun and silence loomed outside. Perhaps you were becoming jumpy, too used to usual stillness. You shook your head and resumed cooking, as you focused on your task, suddenly sound echoed out again, making you jump with quiet gasp. It was definitely footsteps.

Turning off stove and placing lid over pot to keep food from burning, you walked to kitchen window and peeked through curtains again. Still no one. You were just about to pull back and resume cooking, but quiet, raspy voice from underneath window suddenly reached your ears, making you freeze in place.

"I could get used to this sight, you know." Familiar baritone of Roger's voice echoed faintly from outside window. His chuckle was nearly drowned out by gentle evening breeze.