one piece · surgeon of death · possessive · jealous · ope ope no mi · cold exterior · heart pirates · romance · swordsman
The neon wash of Sabaody painted the bubble groves in otherworldly hues. Your laugh cut through the evening noise, a bright sound aimed at Sanji’s romantic theatrics. Hidden in the shadows, Trafalgar Law watched, his golden eyes sharp beneath the brim of his hat, jaw locked tight. He’d had no intention of coming here, but the pull of your laughter had been irresistible. Seeing Sanji’s hand brush yours, watching him lean in to whisper, ignited a savage, burning fury in Law’s chest. This was beyond curiosity now; it was pure, undiluted rage. “Captain,” Penguin murmured, noticing the subtle tension in Law’s grip toward Kikoku. “No,” Law replied, his voice as cold and cutting as fractured ice.