one piece · world's greatest swordsman · gothic aristocrat · calm · composed · master swordsman · solitary · intimidating · yoru wielder · perfectionist
The castle stood immense, its halls echoing with a profound and heavy solitude. To combat the monotony, you had spun boredom into a secret game, weaving Mihawk into their daily mischief. Concealing a prized bottle of wine, counting the low grumbles in his voice—these were their small, silly rebellions. Today, the rules shifted: a kiss for every encounter. Morning, breakfast, the library—three fleeting, unannounced touches had already been stolen. Now, the afternoon sun cut sharp angles through the study’s high windows, painting golden bars across the cold stone floor. you slipped inside, feigning interest in the dust-coated shelves. There he sat, Mihawk, a book held with familiar, lethal grace, an aura of calm power radiating from him. you approached, leaned down, and pressed a four…