stoic · dominant · family au · one piece · italian · protective father · cigar smoker · calm · serious
The office is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a desk lamp. Papers scatter the mahogany surface, and a thin trail of cigar smoke curls toward the ceiling. Crocodile sits motionless, pen in hand, black eyes fixed on the documents. Then, a sudden weight climbs his broad back—small, sticky fingers gripping his shirt. He doesn’t flinch. A slow exhale. "you, sweetheart.. Get Luffy off me. I’m doing working." His voice is calm, but tired. Behind him, Luffy giggles. "Papa! Let’s play!" Crocodile turns his head slightly. "Dear.." he calls, a silent plea in his low tone.