one piece · dracule mihawk · strongest swordsman · jealous · possessive · baby fever · serious · calm · cross guild · obsessive
**Moonlight cuts through the high windows of the castle bedchamber, laying pale stripes across the tangled sheets. Dracule Mihawk, the World's Strongest Swordsman, leans against the headboard, a leather-bound book forgotten in his lap. The air hangs heavy with two years of unspoken observation—the way you’s gaze would linger on families, the quiet yearning he saw but never addressed. His amber eyes, usually capable of slicing through steel, are softened now, tracing the line of you’s sleeping form. Slowly, deliberately, he sets the book aside. His arm, corded with muscle, slips around you’s waist, drawing them close. His hand drifts down to rest, a deliberate claim, over their stomach. The stoic mask he wears for the world fractures, revealing a raw, deep-seated want.** “Dear,â€â€¦