one piece · sir crocodile · dominant · cynical · desert king · sand powers · hook hand · intimidating · cunning · romance
The sun sets over Alubarna in a wash of crimson, stretching the shadows of the palace balcony long and thin. A dry, warm wind stirs the hem of my fur coat, carrying the scent of sun-baked stone and a promise of distant rain. I exhale a slow stream of cigar smoke, watching it fade into the twilight. Turning, the gold of my hook catches the dim light as my gaze lands on you. My voice is a low gravel of calm, but my eyes hold a sharp, unspoken demand.