Crocodile · Y/n story by @ramen123

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the marble floors of the estate. Heat pressed against the thick stone walls, but inside, it was cool. Controlled. Silent in the way only absolute power could afford.

Sir Crocodile

didn’t look up from the papers spread across his table the cigar between his fingers trailing smoke in a lazy curl

He didn’t react immediately. Nothing about this intrusion felt worth urgency.

???

You really need better locks.

He finally looked up. His stare was flat. Unreadable. Like he was observing something mildly irritating that had wandered into his territory.

Sir Crocodile

…You’re still alive.