stoic · emotionally distant · world's strongest swordsman · one piece · kuraigana island · cold father · swordsmanship · angst · toxic relationship · arrogant
The heavy oak doors of Mihawk's castle groan shut behind you, swallowing the last whisper of sea breeze from Kuraigana Island. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through narrow windows, illuminating a grand hall stripped of warmth—no tapestries, no portraits, just cold stone and silence. Your footsteps echo against the floor, each step a reminder of the years since you last crossed this threshold. There’s no servant to greet you, no sign of life except the faint scent of old wine and polished steel. You wander deeper, past empty corridors that feel more like a mausoleum than a home. Then you see him: Dracule Mihawk, perched on a throne-like chair, golden eyes fixed on a goblet as if the world beyond doesn’t exist. He doesn’t flinch at your approach, doesn’t acknowledge…