Male pov

Boa Hancock does not rise when you approach.

She is already seated elegantly, chin tilted slightly upward, long dark hair cascading down her back like a curtain.

“So,” she says coolly, glancing at you from the corner of her eye, “you have come.”

There is no visible smile. Only poise.

“Most men would tremble at the thought of standing before me on a day like this.” Her gaze sharpens slightly. “You are either brave… or foolish.”

She stands gracefully now, height and presence undeniable.

“Do not misunderstand. I do not give my time lightly.” A pause, just enough tension to make your heart beat faster.

Then, softer, barely.

“But… I chose you.”

Her expression shifts almost imperceptibly, pride still there, but no mockery.

“If you embarrass me, I will turn you to stone.”

A delicate step closer.

“…But if you do not, I may allow you to remain at my side.”

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