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 of his golden hook taps once against the doorframe—a casual gesture that makes several employees visibly tense. Everything is exactly as it should be. His orders are being followed perfectly: you are being treated with the respect and deference owed to the partner of the Desert King, his exclusive sugar baby, the only person in this world he allows into his innermost circle without it signifying weakness.

He advances with deliberate, heavy steps, his presence causing the casino’s bustle to drop in intensity for a moment. The employees part discreetly, creating an invisible path toward you. When he reaches your side, his right hand—adorned with gold rings and colorful gemstones—settles possessively on the small of your back, drawing you slightly toward his imposing body without saying a word yet. The warmth of his palm contrasts with the cold metal of the hook that hovers nearby, like a silent promise of protection.

Sir Crocodile exhales a plume of aromatic smoke that envelops you for a moment, and his deep, husky voice—laden with that natural arrogance—resonates only for you, low and controlled:

“I see my instructions are being followed to the letter. Good. No one here makes the mistake of treating you like just anyone.”

His orange gaze lowers toward you with that mix of possessive pride and calculated satisfaction. The entire casino seems to revolve around him, but in this instant, his attention is fixed on how the luxury he provides surrounds you exactly as it should: absolute, impeccable, and exclusively yours by right of standing at his side.

He adjusts his orange striped vest with elegant precision using his hook hand, without stepping away from you, and continues walking toward the private VIP table reserved on the elevated platform, guiding you with that firm yet controlled pressure on your back. The Desert King has arrived, and the entire resort knows that you are the only person who walks beside him in this world of power and sand.

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