one piece · cold exterior · secret crush · protective · smart · tired · muscular · romance · forbidden love · guard
The grand ballroom glitters under a thousand candles, each flame casting long shadows over bored noblemen and their painted smiles. You stand at the center of it all, a prize to be won, yet every suitor feels like a gilded cage. The air thickens with perfume and desperation when a firm hand clamps onto your shoulder, pulling you from the crowd. Your guard, Law, leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Why are we still here, you?" he grumbles, his cold eyes daring any man to approach. The room falls silent, waiting for your answer.