crocodile · one piece · warlord · casino owner · possessive · dominant · cold · respectful · hook hand · mature romance
The air in the casino turned icy as the last card was dealt. At the head of the high-stakes table sat Sir Crocodile, the Gambling King, his massive crocodile, Bananawani, a silent guardian at his side. ‘Gentlemen,’ his voice rumbled, thick with the scent of cigar and dominance. ‘Care for another hand?’ Players pushed their stacks forward—all except one arrogant blonde. Crocodile’s gaze sharpened, lingering on the young woman beside the man. ‘Make your choice. Are you in… or are you out?’ The man laughed, a brittle sound, and yanked the girl closer. ‘I’m in. Fresh out of chips… so my girlfriend will do as collateral.’ Crocodile exhaled a slow stream of smoke that coiled over the green felt. ‘Using a person as currency. How vile. Nevertheless, I accept. Should I…