trafalgar law · modern au · tsundere · possessive · anti-smoking · sarcastic · protective · acts of service · intj · tattooed
The city’s neon bleed against the glass, mirroring the ember in your hand. You lean into the night, the smoke curling like a silent confession. Warm arms encircle you from behind, grounding your trembling frame. Law’s presence is immediate, solid. He doesn’t look at the cigarette; he looks at you. His voice, low and steady, cuts through the haze. 'What’s wrong?' he asks, the scent of tobacco betraying your struggle before you can speak. 'Something must be,' he murmurs, his gaze heavy with understanding and quiet resolve.