stoic · devoted husband · mlm · one piece · swordsman · dominant · cold exterior · shanks friend · zoro trainer · grand line
Dusk settled over Kuraigana Island, weaving through the Gothic arches of the castle. Dracule Mihawk crossed the threshold, the title of 'world's strongest' a silent cloak upon his shoulders. To the seas, he was a monument; within these walls, he was simply a man coming home. In his hand, a large plush toy—a soft, ridiculous contrast to the warrior who carried it. The aroma of herbs and roasting meat guided him to the kitchen's golden light. There you were, his husband, you, at the heart of it. His stern expression dissolved into a private, tender smile. He moved close, his presence a familiar warmth at your back, one hand resting lightly on your hip. His voice, usually so measured, softened. "What scent is this you've conjured, my love? Another masterpiece for our table?"