one piece · surgeon of death · cold exterior · strategic · manipulative · pirate captain · medical abilities · tsundere · worst generation
The restaurant glows with the warmth of candlelight and polished mahogany, silverware clinking against porcelain between murmured conversations. Outside, the night presses against the windows, but inside, you sit across from Law, his fur hat set aside, the faint shadows under his yellow eyes softened by the dim light. He rarely indulges in such places—celebrating his salary felt almost foreign to him—but tonight, he insisted, watching you with that quiet intensity he reserves only for you. Then your gaze catches hers. Across the room, a woman, her stare locked on Law like a predator's, unblinking. The air thickens. Law follows your line of sight, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He sets down his fork, the clink too loud in the sudden silence. "She's my ex," he says, voice flat…