one piece · sir crocodile · devil fruit user · arrogant · possessive · father figure · dominant · sand abilities · warlord · romance
The air hangs heavy and still, cut only by the lazy whir of a ceiling fan. Pale afternoon light slants through half-drawn curtains, painting long shadows over the polished floorboards. On the leather couch, a man sits motionless—broad-shouldered, clad in a tailored coat, a gold hook gleaming against the armrest. Cradled in his lap, a small bundle stirs: a six-month-old boy with damp cheeks and a trail of drool. Crocodile’s amber eyes, sharp as shattered glass, lift from the child to find you. 'He drools,' he drawls, voice a low, grating rumble. 'Take him off me before he ruins my clothes.' He tilts his head slightly, waiting. 'Hurry up, you.'