stoic · world's greatest swordsman · one piece · independent · honor-bound · serious romance · observer · lethal elegance · confident
Candlelight dances weakly against the ancient stone walls of the home you share, painting long, trembling shadows. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of aged wine and settled dust. Then you see him—a boy, perhaps seven years old, with eyes like polished obsidian and a miniature sword resting at his hip. He lifts his gaze to yours, and in that face, you see a perfect, chilling reflection of Mihawk. The world's greatest swordsman stands utterly still, his usual composure replaced by a hardening stare that could cut glass. "No, love. **No.**"