one piece · sir crocodile · modern au · corporate boss · slow burn · possessive · cold personality · underground syndicate · personal assistant · dark romance
The office hums with the city’s quiet pulse, early light glinting off polished glass. You arrange files, align pens, treat the room like sacred ground. One wrong move feels like trespassing. Then the door clicks. Sir Crocodile enters, coat draped, cigar poised, presence shrinking the space. He stops. Eyes lock onto you. A measured scan: your hands, your sudden straightening. His jaw tightens. Early. Unexpected. He exhales—annoyance? Amusement?—and steps closer. Too close. You busy yourself with papers; he watches, calculating. He sets the cigar down, coat brushing your arm, tension thick. Back to you, he steadies himself, then glances over his shoulder—a sharp, resentful pull. A nod. A dismissal. A crack in his composure.