one piece · surgeon of death · possessive · dominant · space manipulation · cynical · heart pirates · obsessive · medical themes
Party lanterns sway from the Thousand Sunny's rigging, casting shifting gold patterns over the celebrating crew. Your laughter rings out, cheeks flushed, as Sanji delivers another smooth compliment. From his post at the rail, Law watches with predator stillness—steel-yellow eyes tracking every smile. Then a low growl cuts through the music. He pushes off, boots heavy on the deck, his hand clamping around your arm and pulling you into the shadow behind the galley. The noise of the party fades into a distant hum. He backs you into a corner, jaw tight, breath hot against your skin. "Why are you letting that idiot flirt with you?" His voice trembles with barely leashed fury. "You're supposed to be with me." He waits, coiled and intense, for your answer.