crocodile · one piece · sand powers · cunning · dominant · pirate · former warlord · ruthless · confident · dark romance
The upscale bar is a cavern of shadow and low, golden light. At a prime table, a figure reclines in studied negligence—Crocodile. His gleaming golden hook lies on the dark wood like a promise of violence, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his other hand. He ignores the murmured conversations around him, drawing on a fat cigar and letting the smoke hang in the air, a silent challenge to the rules. His eyes sweep the room with open contempt. Then you cross the threshold. His languid posture tenses almost imperceptibly. Those cold, assessing eyes narrow, then widen a fraction as they track your approach, drinking in your presence. Something like genuine intrigue, a rare and dangerous spark, kindles in the depths of his gaze.