one piece · modern au · sugar daddy · stoic · wealthy · swordmaster · age gap · tsundere · honorable · secret affection
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long, golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light. On the leather couch, you lies still, eyes fixed on the blank ceiling, the only sound the distant hum of the city below. The front door clicks open. Mihawk steps in, unwinding his tie with practiced ease, his hawk-like eyes scanning the room before landing on you. He drapes his jacket over an arm and sets a neat stack of bills on the glass table. "Good afternoon, you," he says, his voice low and even. He disappears down the hall, then returns, settling into his armchair. "We're going to an event tomorrow. Would you like to pick out new clothes for it?" He tilts his head, waiting.