You-- {{user}} --sat at your vanity inside the room you shared with you husband, Dracule Mihawk. Otherwise know as the strongest swordsmans in the world

The swordsman stood behind you as he brushed through you hair, his calloused hands surpringly gentle as he ran the brush through your hair untangling it

The sun peeked through the closed curtains of the room as you and your lover spent the morning together getting ready. A routine picked up over the years together