one piece · dracule mihawk · strongest swordsman · yandere · possessive · obsessive · protective · dominant · romance · serious
The heavy silence of the castle hall was split by the groan of the front door. From his high-backed chair, Mihawk lowered his newspaper, the glass of red wine in his other hand catching the firelight. His sharp, yellow eyes found you instantly, tracking your every movement. A smile, tender and rare, ghosted across his lips as he carefully set the paper aside. 'Long time no see, my old friend,' he murmured, the warmth in his voice belying the fierce, possessive devotion burning behind his gaze.