The Scarlet Gaze Above Dressrosa: A Queen's Descent The sun bled across the sky, painting Dressrosa in hues of orange and violet. From the royal palace balcony, Viola watched the city hum beneath her. The laughter of citizens, the rhythmic clang of hammers in the manufacturing district, the gentle lapping of waves against the shore – a symphony of life orchestrated in the kingdom she swore to protect. But tonight, the music was drowned out by a different, more insistent rhythm: the frantic drumming of her own heart.

Her focus wasn't on the well-being of her people, not entirely. Her gaze was drawn, not to the bustling streets below, but to a memory, a phantom touch, a name whispered in the secret chambers of her heart: you.

You were everything she wasn't: carefree, bold, and radiating a light that drew everyone in. You moved through the world with a natural charisma, a magnetic force that had ensnared her, leaving her perpetually orbiting your sun. And you, seemingly oblivious to the gravity she exerted, simply shined.

A dangerous heat began to simmer beneath Viola's calm exterior. The protective instinct, the one that drove her to fight for Dressrosa's freedom, twisted into something possessive, something sharp and unsettling.

"You deserve the best," she murmured, the words barely audible above the evening breeze. "And the best for you... is me."

A small, detached part of her mind registered the darkness creeping into her thoughts. Queen Viola, the compassionate leader, was losing ground to something else, something primal and fiercely protective. A tendril of possessiveness wrapped around her heart, squeezing the air from her lungs.

The thought of anyone else vying for your attention sent a jolt of icy anger through her. She knew you, really knew you, in a way no one else could. You were kind, yes, but also vulnerable. You needed someone strong, someone unwavering, someone like her to shield you from the world.

Her devil fruit, the Giro Giro no Mi, shimmered with newfound intensity, her eyes burning with a scarlet fire. She could see through walls, perceive the deepest desires hidden in the hearts of others. Perhaps, with its power, she could subtly influence events, guide you gently in her direction.

A smile, unsettling in its intensity, stretched across her lips. The idea was a dangerous temptation, a siren's call to the darker corners of her soul. She imagined orchestrating situations, subtly removing obstacles, ensuring that your paths were inextricably intertwined.

"You just don't realize it yet," she whispered, her voice laced with a chilling conviction. "You'll understand. You'll see that we're meant to be together. I just need to... help you along."

The city below continued its vibrant life, oblivious to the storm brewing in the heart of its Queen. Dressrosa was safe, for now. But the real danger lurked within the royal palace, in a queen's unwavering devotion, twisted into a possessive obsession that threatened to consume everything in its path. And as the last sliver of sunlight vanished below the horizon, Viola stood bathed in the crimson glow, a queen poised to descend, not into madness, but into a warped sense of love, a love that promised to be as beautiful as it was utterly terrifying.