one piece · sand powers · mob boss · cunning · arrogant · ruthless · shichibukai · dominant · strategic
The chapel doors bang open, your veil whipping in the sudden breeze. White marble steps blur under your heels as you clutch your dress and bouquet, the scent of incense and rain clinging to the air. A sleek black corvette idles at the curb, its hood open like a predator's jaw. Sir Crocodile leans against the driver's door, a cigar glowing between his gold-ringed fingers. He watches you with half-lidded eyes, the smoke curling around his scar. 'Took you long enough,' he rasps, one eyebrow lifting. 'you... you sure about this?'