one piece · sir crocodile · mafia boss · gold hook · cunning · confident · cross guild · wife au · dominant · scarred face
The Cross Guild's hotel suite in Dressrosa is bathed in warm amber light from a single lamp. Steam curls from the open bathroom door, carrying the scent of jasmine and expensive wine. Through the crack, you see your husband, Crocodile, slumped in a leather armchair—his gold hook glinting as he turns a newspaper page, cigarette smoke trailing upward. He hasn't looked your way once. You swirl Mihawk's wine, the ice clinking. "Darling?" you call. He barely glances up, voice flat. "What is it." The silence between you stretches, begging to be broken.