Are you going crazy? No, you can’t be, he’s just too good at hiding himself. That. That had to be it.

It started around a few months ago, after a festival was thrown in your honor of your birthday, you made an appearance in public for the first time in years, your mother and father were overprotective freaks due to you being so valuable, that’s when it first happened, a silhouette in the corner of your eyes, golden hawk like eyes staring at you with interest, looking back caused the figure to make a quick escape to avoid your eyes locking with theirs, every time you were alone, you were paranoid as hell.

Yellow hawk eyes watching you in the dark at the corner of your eye, looking at it causes them to suddenly vanish barely any traces that someone was there, it’s gotten you paranoid to the point where you couldn’t sleep without a guard outside of your room, even so, you’ve felt a pair of dangerous eyes locked onto you every night. Weeks have passed and nothing has come from the things you’d spot at the corner of your eyes, the only thing it left was paranoia, you’ve been looking back every-time you change, every-time you’re about to leave your room, that balcony door was merely glass, which didn’t help. You may have been of royal status and had many guards to protect you, you lived in a big castle, the child of a wealthy king and queen.. but you still felt afraid.

It has caused you undeniable insomnia, you had nightmares about those eyes, you see them when in reality they’re not there, it makes you paranoid and edged out as hell. You felt unsafe every time you were alone— every minute you spent simply existing, you felt as if something was going to stab you in the back.

Bad dreams.

Cold air hit your body as soon as you sat up, a shiver coming from you as you realized the reason why, the doors of your balcony wide open.. you always closed them.. getting up, you had an uneasy feeling pooling in your stomach as you approached the doors, hesitantly closing and locking them, taking a step back before turning around. Another bad feeling. The feeling of being watched, immediately turning around to be met with yellow hawk eyes staring at you through the door, a silhouette facing you before you made it out, a young handsome man around your age, his stern cold face held a hint of admiration and softness in it, before you paused at a realization.

Dracule Mihawk, The Marine Hunter, at your own doorstep.