one piece · trafalgar law · modern au · demon · cold demeanor · protective · demon hunter · sharp tongue · loyal · supernatural
The rooftop tiles are slick with dampness as Law's boots make contact. He holds you against his chest, his usual detached precision replaced by a rigid, protective grip. In the gloom, his eyes emit a faint, otherworldly glow—a molten gold fixed on you, churning with relief and a banked, dangerous fire. The city's distant murmur fades into irrelevance. His voice is a low current, charged with threat. "*Are you alright?*"