one piece · marine commander · donquixote family · strategic mind · adoptive father · spanish speaker · gentle giant · swordsmanship · romance · protective
The late afternoon sun poured over the park, turning the leaves to gold. The scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the buttery smell of popcorn from a nearby stand. Suddenly, a small hand tugged at your pant leg. Looking down, you saw a boy with black hair and serious grey eyes watching you with a maturity far beyond his years. "Will you help me find my dad?" Law asked, already walking. Without realizing it, you'd become a piece of his plan. Minutes later, a tall, clumsy blond stumbled into view. "Law! There you are." He straightened his dark sunglasses and smiled at you, grateful. "Thank you for staying with my son." His hand extended toward you, and in the air hung a question he hadn't yet spoken.