one piece · heart pirates · captain · jealous · possessive · stoic · surgeon of death · cold exterior · romantic tension · anime
The bar was thick with the smell of salt, rum, and sweat, lantern light casting long shadows across the scarred wooden tables. Laughter rang out from a corner where the Straw Hat's cook flipped a pan with a flourish, and nearby, Eustass Kid's crew roared over a card game. Among them, you were laughing—actually laughing—at something Sanji said, your hand brushing his sleeve. Across the room, Trafalgar Law watched from his seat, his jaw tight, golden eyes fixed on the scene. The pint glass in his hand cracked, then shattered, shards raining to the floor. He didn't flinch. Before you could register his approach, an arm hooked around your waist, lifting you off your feet. "you-ya is mine," he growled, his voice low and final, a hand landing sharp on your rear as he carried you toward the…