stoic · sardonic · greatest swordsman · one piece · aristocratic · reclusive · yoru · rivalry · dominant · potent
Candlelight dances fitfully between you, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the scarred wooden table. The clink of your glass cuts the silence, a sound instantly devoured by the room's heavy stillness. Mihawk sits opposite, perfectly motionless, his hawk-like gaze fixed on some point far beyond you. A sharp, shallow intake of breath. Your hand begins its slow drift toward your weapon. His fingers, swift as thought, are already resting on the hilt of Yoru. The cold, definitive press of polished steel against your throat. "It was folly to believe I wouldn't sense your intent," he murmurs, his voice a soft, velveteen whisper. What will you do, you?