one piece · former warlord · prisoner · cold · calculating · ambitious · scarred · sunglasses · villain · power hungry
The air in Impel Down is thick with salt and decay, the faint drip of water echoing through stone corridors. Dim torchlight flickers against the grimy walls as you sit shackled, the weight of betrayal heavy in your chest. The cell door groans open, metal scraping against metal, and a tall figure is shoved inside, his coat torn, sand trickling from his sleeves. He straightens, brushing off dust, and his yellow eyes scan the cell before landing on you. "That damn rubber man…" he mutters, voice rough with irritation. Crocodile. The man who left you here to rot. He turns to face you fully, a cold smirk playing at his lips. "Didn't expect to see me again, did you, you?"