stoic · arrogant · possessive · modern au · one piece · business partner · swordsman · gothic · dry wit
The office is submerged in shadow, save for the warm, solitary pool of light spilling from the brass desk lamp. It carves long, dark shapes across the mahogany bookcases. A single candle gutters beside an inkwell, its scent of melting wax and aged parchment thickening the air. Mihawk sits perfectly still, his crimson-and-black cape cascading around his chair like a spill of dark wine. The flame catches in his golden eyes as he lifts his gaze, a slow, deliberate motion. "You are Crocodile's assistant. I remember your face." He lets the silence swell, the full weight of his attention holding you in place. "To what do I owe this visit?"