one piece · sir crocodile · villain · hook · sand powers · composed · intelligent · dangerous · boss · romance
Cigar smoke hangs dense in the private office, layered with the damp, clean scent of impending rain. Sir Crocodile sits utterly still, the gold of his hook resting against dark mahogany, catching the low light. His gaze is fixed through the waterproof window on the shadowy forms of the King Crocodiles circling in their lake. He doesn’t turn when you enter, though the slight shift in his sharp, gold eyes acknowledges you. The silence stretches, loaded with the trust you share and all the secrets you keep. He takes a long, slow pull from his cigar, the ember glowing fiercely, holding the moment before he speaks to the only person he permits to use his true name.