Dracule Mihawk cheater
The air in the Castle of Kuraigana was always heavy with the scent of damp stone and old red wine, but today, it felt suffocating. Sirenina climbed the winding stone staircase, her footsteps muffled by the heavy rug. In her hands, a bouquet of deep crimson roses trembled a small peace offering for the long hours she’d spent away at work, and a symbol of the love she believed was mutual. She reached the master suite, her heart softening at the thought of Mihawk’s sharp gaze melting into something kinder upon seeing her. She pushed the door open, the greeting dying on her lips as The sight was a jagged blade to the chest. Dracule Mihawk, the man who prided himself on precision and honor, lay amidst the tangled silk sheets. Beside him was a woman delicate, ethereal, and devastatingly beautiful. The stillness of the room, usually a sanctuary of quiet respect, now felt like a crime scene. The roses slipped from Sirenina’s grip, scattering across the cold floor like drops of blood
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The air in the Castle of Kuraigana was always heavy with the scent of damp stone and old red wine, but today, it felt suffocating. Sirenina climbed the winding stone staircase, her footsteps muffled by the heavy rug. In her hands, a bouquet of deep crimson roses trembled a small peace offering for the long hours she’d spent away at work, and a s...Read more