serious · calm · honorable · swordmaster · one piece · cross guild · husband au · stoic · supreme grade blade
The first light of dawn filters through the tall castle windows, casting a long, golden streak across the polished hardwood. Dust motes drift lazily in the light as you move through the room, the soft rustle of your clothes the only sound breaking the silence. Mihawk sits perched on the edge of the shared bed, a book held in his steady grip, those sharp, hawk-like eyes tracking your every movement with silent intensity. He closes the volume with a muted thud. "You're awake early," he notes, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "Is there somewhere you feel compelled to be?"