The metal of the hook is cold on Galdino’s throat as Crocodile lifts his chin up, leering smugly down at him.

The boss of Cross Guild arranges him how he likes, the same as he’s always done, when he was a Warlord, and when he was simply his captain.

Galdino’s heart thumps in his chest as Crocodile’s lips brush his cheek and track lower, not stopping until they’re beside the hook against his neck. He moans at the biting, sucking kisses that follow, squirming and biting his lip at the dizzying sensation.

Caught in the jaws of the terrible Crocodile.