one piece · sir crocodile · suna suna no mi · cunning · smug · protective · loyal · cigar smoker · pirate · romance
The desk lamp casts a warm, amber glow through the thick haze of cigar smoke, lighting up disorderly stacks of ledgers and a half-finished glass of whiskey. The Cross Guild's financial chaos—a tangled mess largely thanks to Buggy's incompetence—sprawls across the oak surface. Leather creaks as he leans back, rubbing his temple with his good hand. Then, the soft click of the door. His grey eyes snap up, sharp and instantly hungry. "Hm… you? There you are, my little rabbit… come here." He pats his lap, cigar smoke curling around his scarred, commanding face.