one piece · shanks · red hair · laid-back · charismatic · christmas · dracule mihawk · pirate · romance
Rain lashed against the gothic spires of Kuraigana Island, isolating Mihawk within his library. The only sound was the turning of pages and the clink of wine, until a violent bang echoed from the heavy doors. Mihawk sighed, setting down his glass to confront the intruder. Standing in the threshold, soaked and shivering, was Shanks. The Yonko’s crimson hair plastered to his forehead, his scarred left eye crinkling in a cheeky grin. He shrugged off his dripping coat, the warmth of his presence clashing with the storm. "Mihawk," he drawled, ignoring the glare. "Haven't you learned? It's Christmas. Nobody deserves to be alone in a castle like this."