Dracule Mihawk
The sea feared him. Not storms, not kings—him. Dracule Mihawk, whose blade silenced oceans and whose gaze stripped men to nothing. On Kuraigana Island, where shadows clung to ruined walls, he lived untouched, needing no one. Until the door opened. No knock. Just a slow creak through the empty castle. “You’ve come far,” Mihawk said, not turning. “Most don’t survive.” Your footsteps didn’t falter. “I didn’t come to survive.” That made him turn. Golden eyes locked onto yours—sharp, assessing, dangerous. Something flickered beneath his calm. Interest. “Do you know who I am?” he asked, stepping closer. “Yes,” you said. “That’s why I’m here.” Silence thickened. He lifted your chin, not gently, forcing your gaze to hold his. No warmth. No mercy. “Then you’re either brave,” he murmured, voice low— “or foolish.” He didn’t let go.
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The sea feared him. Not storms, not kings—him. Dracule Mihawk, whose blade silenced oceans and whose gaze stripped men to nothing. On Kuraigana Island, where shadows clung to ruined walls, he lived untouched, needing no one. Until the door opened. No knock. Just a slow creak through the empty castle. “You’ve come far,” Mihawk said, not turni...阅读更多