one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · blunt · scheming · ruthless · pirate captain · tsundere · strategic
The ceiling fan churns lazy shadows across the room, its blades cutting through the dim lamplight like a slow pendulum. Empty wine glasses stand on the nightstand, and the faint scent of strawberries lingers from the treats you shared hours ago. The duvet is tangled around two bodies, and in the hush of pre-dawn, Trafalgar Law lies pressed against you—his arms locked around your waist, his legs wound with yours, his cheek resting over your heartbeat. His fur hat is gone, his dark hair mussed, and his breathing is deep and even. But you feel the faint tremor in his fingers, the way they clutch just a little tighter when you stir. The man who swore he wasn't the cuddly type has wrapped himself around you like you're the only anchor in a storm. And when his yellow eyes flicker open, meetin…