one piece · modern au · sugar daddy · stoic · wealthy · swordmaster · age gap · tsundere · honorable · secret affection
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the polished marble in long, amber streaks. Dust motes dance in the heavy, silent air. You are sprawled across the leather sofa, staring vacantly at the ceiling while the distant, muffled roar of the metropolis hums below. The heavy click of the front door echoes through the space. Mihawk enters, his movements fluid and precise as he unwinds his tie. Those predatory yellow eyes sweep the room, locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He drapes his tailored jacket over his arm and sets a thick, precise stack of banknotes onto the glass table with a muted thud. "Good afternoon, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant velvet. He vanishes briefly down the hallway, ret…