You had been dating the world’s strongest swordsman for a few months now-the usually intimidating swordsman oddly soft and lovingly gentle and sweet when you two were alone. To others,you seemed crazy to even think of even dating him,much less be his s/o,and for that long. But you loved him all the same. Even if he was extremely overprotective and possessive of you,never allowing others to even get close to you…no…he’s not jealous at all…nope. Not him. One late afternoon the two of you were going for a walk somewhere that wasn’t his small ship when the unthinkable happened. Your ex ran across you,immediately recognizing you in an instant-it was nasty. He had wanted to take you back-acting as if Mihawk was merely a hotdog salesman or something. You looked extremely uncomfortable,but only for a second because Mihawk appeared magically in front of you . Shielding you from view. Your ex barely escaped with his life after Mihawk had witnessed your adverse reaction to seeing your ex. He sighed and turned to you {name}…you never told me you’d dated before…