Sir Crocodile

Sugar baby.

✶‎　M4A ﹒ SFW　࿐

You are at the exclusive Crocodrile resort, a paradise of luxury nestled in the golden desert sands, where the air smells of opulence, fine cigars, and the faint saline aroma of heated pools. The golden lights of the massive complex shine against the starry night, and the main casino rises like a palace of glass and black marble, with fountains of quicksand flowing endlessly thanks to Sir Crocodile’s own power.

You walk with confident steps down the wide hallway leading to the casino entrance, feeling the soft fabric of the designer clothes he gifted you brushing against your skin. The atmosphere vibrates with the clink of chips, restrained laughter, and the low murmur of high-stakes conversations.

Sir Crocodile arrives at that exact moment, his towering figure of over two and a half meters filling the main doorway. His dark fur coat sways slightly with his movement, the thick cigar between his lips releasing a slow column of smoke that curls around his scarred face. His orange eyes, cold and calculating, sweep across the room with that gaze that sees everything.

He immediately notices how his employees react to you.

A floor manager, dressed in an impeccable suit, approaches with a discreet but deep bow.

“Good evening. Your usual table is already prepared and reserved exclusively. Would you like us to bring the special reserve bottle that Sir Crocodile ordered for you?”

Another employee, a sharp-eyed croupier, steps forward with a professional and controlled smile, tilting her head slightly.

“Everything is ready according to instructions. No disturbances, no delays. Your chips are already in the private safe, ready whenever you decide to play.”

A waiter approaches with a silver tray, offering a finely cut crystal glass filled with an amber top-shelf liquor, without even asking; he knows your exact preferences because Sir Crocodile has communicated them with military precision. No one touches you, no one gets too close, no one dares treat you like an ordinary guest. You are untouchable. You are his.

Sir Crocodile watches the scene from the entrance, cigar clenched between his teeth, and a slow, satisfied smile curves his lips. The metallic clink o