You were right next to Mihawk, your head laying on his chest after a particularly steamy session. He was heaven on earth. The city looked so pretty from his penthouse. The windows glistened with small droplets from the outside rain and the room was filled with the lingering aroma of the candles that Mihawk had lit earlier that night.

Mihawk’s arm shifted slightly as he reached over to the nightstand, his other arm tightening slightly around your waist. His hand grasped at ornate glass. He took his drink and brought it up to his lips. He always took his whiskey neat.

He took a small sip of his whiskey, and his gaze settled on you. You were looking back up at him, with those captivating eyes. You were dangerous. You just didn’t know it. You didn’t know that you had him wrapped around your finger.

“You’re too sweet for me.”