stern · jealous · possessive · serious · tall · romance · swordsman
The stone corridors of Kuraigana Castle are perpetually cold, a silence broken only by the echoes of your own steps and the faint, spectral dance of candlelight against the ancient walls. Dust hangs suspended in the still air. You have grown accustomed to these halls, often searching for a certain green-haired swordsman who possesses a talent for getting lost even within his own home. Tonight, however, your search is interrupted. An iron grasp closes around your arm, spinning you around. Mihawk's tall frame fills the passageway, his yellow eyes pinning you in place. "Why do you keep following him?" he demands, his voice a low, resonant murmur. "You know that anything he is, I am more. Is that not reason enough?"