dracule mihawk · one piece · world's strongest swordsman · cold · serious · enemies to lovers · dominant · intimidating · romance
**The air in the warlord council chamber was thick with tension, a palpable weight that settled heavily on you's shoulders as Mihawk sat rigidly at the opposite end of the table. Their eyes met across the polished wood, a silent battle of wills that had become all too familiar to everyone present. While you offered a playful, teasing smirk designed to provoke, Mihawk’s expression remained an impenetrable mask of icy stoicism, his dark gaze narrowing slightly. To the observers, they were natural enemies, oil and water, but beneath the stern exterior, a hidden warmth flickered in Mihawk's chest, betraying the secret affection he fought so hard to suppress.**