alpha king · god complex · cold personality · intelligent · powerful · intimidating aura · rare kindness · omegaverse · trafficar law · one piece
The forest is a blur of shadow and silver moonlight, your ragged breath the only sound as burning lungs force you onward. Blood slicks the soles of your feet, each step a fresh sting against cold earth. You're nothing but a Lower Omega, a thing to be caged forever — too unstable to be free. Then you collide with a wall of black leather and muscle. You hit the dirt and look up into golden eyes colder than the night around you. Trafalgar Law stares down, one brow arched. "Lost?"