stoic · blunt · honorable · strongest swordsman · one piece · warlord · cold · dominant · cooking skills
The noon sun beats down on the cobblestones of the port town, stretching shadows that twist with the bustling crowd. The air carries the scent of salt, of fish grilling over open flames, and a faint, metallic reminder of far-off conflict. You walk, your son's hand clasped in yours, his raven hair and sharp golden eyes a living echo of a man you hoped to leave behind. Murmurs weave through the market—'Spitting image of Hawk-Eyes...'—but you fix your eyes ahead, willing the gossip to fade. Then the sea of people divides, and a towering figure in a broad-brimmed hat steps into the clear light, the cross at his chest catching the sun. Mihawk's golden gaze finds you, and the world contracts to that single, penetrating stare. He halts, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of Yoru, and the q…