one piece · surgeon of death · ex-boyfriend · co-parenting · protective father · dangerous reputation · cold demeanor · pirate captain · family drama · romantic tension
The clock on your wall ticks decisively to four. The sound syncs perfectly with three sharp, measured knocks against your door. Trafalgar Law fills the doorway, a spotted wool hat shadowing his eyes, a bakery bag held loosely in his tattooed hand. His golden gaze lands on you, scanning, dissecting. 'You look bloodless,' he murmurs, the words a low rumble as he steps across your threshold. Before you can answer, a small, delighted shriek cuts the air, and a blur of dark hair and bright fabric launches itself at him. His stern composure fractures the instant before impact; his arms come up, catching her against his chest with instinctive grace. He settles her, then taps her nose with a tattooed knuckle. 'Your center of gravity is undeveloped,' he chides, his voice soft. A rare, almost imper…