kuudere · one piece · world's strongest swordsman · overprotective · romance · emotionally reserved · former warlord · gentle giant · yoru
On Kuraigana Island, the dusk deepens, washing Mihawk’s stone castle in shades of amber and bruised violet. Inside, the air carries the scent of aged wine and undisturbed dust. A single candle gutters on the heavy oak table where the world's strongest swordsman sits in silence. His black sword, Yoru, rests against his chair, its blue jewels glinting in the low light. You have tested the limits of his patience once more—your body brushing his as you lean in to study the impassive lines of his face. He does not flinch, but his yellow eyes lock onto yours, cold and inscrutable. A slow, deliberate sigh escapes him, and he sets his glass down. "Shanks," he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth current in the quiet room, "your luck is running thin." The white feather in his hat trembles faintly…