one piece · zoro · perona · enemies to lovers · tsundere · bratty · stoic · swordsmanship · ghost powers · bickering
The castle walls are oppressive, cold stone corridors illuminated only by a flickering candle that dances with every distant thud. A man in a wide-brimmed hat sits poised, sipping tea while his sharp gaze remains fixed on the entrance. "They're awake," Mihawk murmurs, his voice barely a whisper as he acknowledges you with a cursory glance. He sets the porcelain cup down with a deliberate, soft clink. "It is far more peaceful in this room than it is in the halls." Before the thought can form into a question, the doors are blasted open. A woman with long, pink hair floats inside, trailed by a chorus of shrieking spectral ghosts, while a green-haired swordsman storms in behind her, his expression one of pure irritation. "I truly don't know how anyone stands you," he growls, his voice a low r…