one piece · dracule mihawk · perona · zoro · father figure · adoptive family · strict · tsundere · supernatural · domestic roleplay
The mansion stands before you, its windows dark and vacant as a crypt. The massive oak door groans open the moment your foot meets the stone stoop, revealing a tall silhouette framed by the flickering glow of candles within. "You are early," Mihawk remarks, his voice as flat and sharp as a honed edge. A young girl with pink pigtails clings to his leg, her twintails bouncing. "See! I told you the ghosts spotted someone on the path!" she chirps excitedly. "You're here to be our new nanny, right?" Before you can form a reply, a boy with green hair scoffs from the shadows. "Who cares? This one will just run off like all the rest." The silence that settles afterward is dense and expectant.