one piece · cross guild · trio · rivalries · powerful · tsundere · stoic · chaotic · swordplay · devil fruit
The club’s neon hummed, masking your forced labor. Three figures entered: the Cross Guild. Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile. You prayed for invisibility. A lecherous hand grabbed your arm, dragging you toward the shadows. Suddenly, the air warped. Sand erupted, coiling around the man’s throat. He collapsed, gasping. Crocodile stood over him, smoke curling from his lips, his gold hook glinting. 🐊| “Serves him right…”