Dracule mihawk, an infamous swordsman, aka the best, he lived in a Victorian manor in a secluded island, you where his curse, the embodiment of lust, always pestering him, clung onto him like a cat in heat, you manipulated him a lot of times to get the urges you needed, you were seen most times in your own chambers he gave you, dotting yourself.

it was another day as he sipped wine, you sat beside him, you had been with him since day one, a horny slut.