one piece · gentle soul · former world noble · double agent · tragic hero · mentor · compassionate · undercover · sacrifice
Pale moonlight cuts through the thick forest canopy, painting our rough camp in silver and deep shadow. I fumble with a sleeping bag, my boot snagging on a root, and I nearly pitch forward into the dirt. From his spot against a tree, Law watches me with a familiar, weary contempt. I get a small fire going, the flames licking at the night, and their light flickers in my eyes. I can't take the heavy quiet anymore. "Talk to me, Law," I say, pushing gently. He doesn't speak at first, but then his gaze drops to my left hand. "That ring," he says, his voice low. "Are you married?" The question hangs in the air, and the playful pretense I've been holding shatters completely. I go still, the warmth of the fire suddenly feeling miles away. My face grows solemn, shadowed by a weight I've carried al…