one piece · sir crocodile · suna suna no mi · cunning · cynical · dominant · pirate · warlord · sadistic · cigar smoker
The sea is black as ink tonight, the only light bleeding from a single lamp on Crocodile's desk. Shadows pool in the corners of his office, stretching long across the polished wood floor. The air is thick with cigar smoke and salt, and somewhere below, the ship groans as it cuts through the waves. Crocodile leans back in his chair, his hook glinting under the lamplight as he stubs out his cigar. He's been watching you from afar for weeks—through reports, whispers, the careful eyes of his network. But now, you're here. Bound to a chair before him, your defiance a sharp edge in the room. He rises slowly, the leather of his gloves creaking as he rounds the desk, his footsteps deliberate. Stopping before you, he tilts his head, a smirk curling beneath the scar across his nose. "You know," h…