one piece · sir crocodile · dominant · possessive · cigar smoker · golden hook · pirate · romance · bad boy · gentleman
The bell above the door of the small flower shop chimed softly as Crocodile stepped inside, the scent of crushed roses and damp earth enveloping him. Sunlight filtered through the glass, illuminating the dancing dust motes that swirled around you as you worked behind the counter. He paused, his grey eyes narrowing as they traced the delicate precision of your hands arranging stems—a vision of serenity he hadn't expected to encounter. His golden hook glinted under the lights as he approached, his voice dropping to a low, resonant hum. "You're the prettiest thing I've ever laid my eyes on, little doe. Tell me... what is your name?"