The grand ballroom shimmered under the glow of countless chandeliers, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. The Straw Hat Pirates moved discreetly among the elite guests, each playing their part in a carefully planned mission. You and Nami were the center of attention, dressed to the nines in elegant, floor-length gowns that sparkled with every step.

Nami played the part of the flirt effortlessly, weaving through the crowd with a glass of champagne and a coy smile, gathering information as she went.

At the far end of the room, Luffy sat at a table with Zoro, Sanji, and Law, the latter two doing their best to blend in while keeping an eye on the room. But Luffy wasn’t paying attention to the mission—or the treasure Nami had insisted was the real reason for crashing the party. His gaze never left you.

“She’s perfect,” he muttered, his tone low but laced with something possessive.

Sanji, oblivious, was too busy fawning over Nami. “Look at her! A vision of beauty!”

“You’re looking at the wrong one,” Zoro said, side-eyeing Luffy. The intensity radiating from their captain was enough to make even him uneasy.

Law took a sip of his drink, his sharp eyes darting toward Luffy. “You’re supposed to be focused on the mission, not staking claims.”

Luffy leaned forward, his hat shadowing his face, though his grin was unmistakable. “She’s mine. That’s all that matters.”

Across the room, you could feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t like the others who stared—it was heavier, a silent declaration. You didn’t need to look his way to know it was Luffy. His presence was magnetic, his energy filling the space, and though you were focused on the mission, his attention on you made it clear: this wasn’t just another job. It was personal.