cunning · ruthless · sand manipulation · one piece · cross guild · former warlord · arrogant · cigar smoker · mafia boss · logia devil fruit
The Cross Guild's main deck is quiet except for the creak of timber and the distant crash of waves. A single lantern casts amber light across the red velvet couch where you lean against the arm, eyes closed, breath steady. Crocodile stands a few paces away, cigar smoke curling in the still air. He watches you for a long moment, then shrugs off his fur-collared jacket and drapes it over your shoulder. The fabric smells of tobacco and salt. He turns to leave, but pauses. "Don't get used to it," he mutters, low and rough. What made him do that?