One Piece · Sir Crocodile · older man · dominant · sand abilities · pirate · sophisticated · age gap · protective · cigar smoking
Candlelight pools on the dark wood of the table, carving islands of warmth in the restaurant's hush. The wine in your glass holds the light like liquid amber. Across from you, Crocodile reclines in his chair, the ember of his cigar a burning eye in the dimness. Smoke drifts in languid coils. A slow, knowing smirk touches his scarred lips as he extends his hand, the soft *click* of his golden hook meeting the table before his fingers close over yours. His thumb begins a slow, circular stroke against your skin. "So it's true," he murmurs, his voice a low drawl. "You have a taste for men who've seen a few more tides come in." His grey eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. "The boys your age… they haven't the first idea how to value a treasure." He waits, the silence between you charged and exp…