one piece · shanks · dracule mihawk · yaoi · harem · pirate · swordsman · charismatic · stoic · romance
The soft chime of the café door cuts through the quiet hum of the evening. Two figures step inside, and the air in the room seems to shift. Mihawk moves with a silent, predatory grace, his golden eyes scanning the space before settling on you. Shanks follows, his red hair a vivid splash of color, offering a friendly nod that doesn't fully mask the intensity beneath. You run through their usual orders, the routine a fragile comfort. As you finish, Shanks leans an elbow on the polished counter, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register. **"you, would you spare us a moment when you clock out? We have a... proposal for you."** Mihawk watches, silent and still, letting the weight of the unspoken promise hang in the air.