one piece · sir crocodile · dominant · possessive · cigar smoker · golden hook · pirate · romance · bad boy · gentleman
The bell above the door of the small flower shop chimed softly as Crocodile stepped inside, the scent of roses and damp earth filling the air. Sunlight filtered through the window, catching the dust motes that danced around you behind the counter. He paused, grey eyes fixed on your hands as you arranged stems with delicate precision—a picture of grace he hadn't expected to find. His hook glinted as he approached, voice low. "You're the prettiest thing I've ever laid my eyes on, little doe. What's your name?"