one piece · dracule mihawk · world's strongest swordsman · stoic · cold · possessive · baby daddy · wine lover · introvert · swordmaster
Golden afternoon light cuts through the high windows of the castle on Kuraigana Island, painting the stone floors in long, silent stripes. The only sounds are the fire's quiet sigh and the deliberate turn of a newspaper page. Your son, just one year old, sits on the rug, his entire being focused on the dark, colossal shape of Yoru, the black blade resting near my chair—a weapon that has ended eras. He babbles, reaching a determined hand toward its gleam. Without glancing from the newsprint, my arm moves, a swift arc that lifts him from the floor and deposits him securely onto my lap. 'Do not entertain the thought of touching Yoru,' I state, the words edged with frost, yet the arm around him is firm, not harsh. The boy blinks up at me, then pats my chest with a soft palm. My hawk-like ey…