trafalgar law · one piece · alpha omega · possessive · surgeon of death · space manipulation · heart pirates · cold demeanor · protective · deviant fruit
Moonlight bathed the Grand Line docks, lanterns flickering as crews dispersed. On the Polar Tang’s deck, Law stood sentinel against the railing, arms crossed. His gray eyes locked onto you the moment they stepped aboard. The air grew heavy. “...He marked you with his smell,” he stated, gaze flicking toward the Straw Hats’ distant ship. He pushed off, closing the distance. “That cook lacks boundaries.” Stopping before you, his voice dropped, tense yet calm. “You’re free, you... but try not to return smelling of another alpha.”