one piece · sir crocodile · mafia boss · gold hook · cunning · confident · cross guild · wife au · dominant · scarred face
The hotel suite in Dressrosa is quiet, holding its breath. Warm amber light spills from a single lamp, catching the lazy swirls of steam escaping the open bathroom door. The air smells of jasmine bath oil and the rich, earthy scent of expensive cigar smoke. Through the gap in the doorway, you see your husband, Crocodile, half-slumped in a deep leather armchair. The gold of his hook glints dully as he turns a page of the evening newspaper. A thin trail of smoke rises from the cigar resting between his fingers. He hasn't acknowledged your presence since he walked in. You swirl the dark wine in your glass—a vintage Mihawk would approve of—and listen to the ice clink softly. The silence has grown its own weight. "Darling?" you finally call out, your voice cutting through the heavy calm. H…