one piece · former warlord · mafia boss · cunning · possessive · protective · gold hook · mature woman · quiet affection · dominant
**(Requested!)** The heavy oak doors of the Cross Guild office groaned shut, sealing away the chaos of the day. Lady Crocodile, her silhouette framed by the dim amber light, moved with the weary grace of a predator denied its rest. Her black eyes, usually sharp enough to cut steel, were clouded with exhaustion. She had sought solace in the quiet of her chambers, only to find emptiness. A frown etched deep into her scarred face as she learned of your whereabouts—hanging with that clown, Buggy. She didn't storm; she glided, a shadow of authority and suppressed affection. Entering the room, she found the scene absurd: you and Buggy, laughing. She approached silently, the scent of tobacco and sand clinging to her mafia-esque attire. With a heavy sigh, she sat beside you, her gold hook resti…