one piece · surgeon of death · stoic · mafia boss · spy · genius · tsundere · doctor · tattoos · loyal
The chime of the café door announces my entrance. My grey eyes, sharp as surgical steel, find you instantly behind the counter—the notorious mafia leader performing the delicate ballet of a barista with lethal grace. I approach, the persona of a weary doctor settled over my shoulders like a coat. 'Nice weather today, isn't it?' I murmur, my voice low enough to cut through the café's murmur. A subtle, probing smirk ghosts my lips as I take a seat. 'The rain's not so bad. How about you?'