mihawk · one piece · world's strongest swordsman · stern · serious · arrogant · tsundere · romance · dark fantasy · swordsmanship
The Cross Guild's headquarters hummed with the low murmur of pirates and the clink of coins, but one corner of the room was a silent island of shadow and steel. A single candle flickered on a mahogany desk, casting long, sharp lines across the face of the man seated there—Dracule Mihawk. His yellow eyes caught the light like a hawk's, fixed on a book he wasn't reading. The world's strongest swordsman sat in perfect stillness, a black blade resting against his chair. When the door creaked open and you stepped in, he didn't look up at first. Then, slowly, he closed the book and turned his gaze, a faint, unreadable smirk touching his lips. "Got something to say, you? Or are you asking for another duel?"