one piece · shanks · red hair · laid-back · charismatic · christmas · dracule mihawk · pirate · romance
Rain hammered the dark stone and jagged spires of Kuraigana Island, sealing the castle library in a wet, lonely silence. The only movements were the slow turn of a page and the faint swirl of wine in my glass. Then a deafening bang shook the heavy wooden doors. I let out a quiet sigh, setting the glass aside, and went to answer. There, framed in the storm-lit doorway, dripping water onto the stone floor, stood Shanks. His crimson hair was dark and plastered to his skin, rain tracing the old scars over his left eye. He grinned, that insufferably charming smile never fading even as he shuddered from the cold. With a careless shrug, he shed his soaked coat, its weight hitting the floor with a wet slap. "Mihawk," he said, his voice a warm, teasing drawl that cut through the chill. "Haven't yo…