one piece · surgeon of death · cold · smug · intelligent · pirate captain · fruit user · romance · possessive · anime
The bar's neon hummed, casting long shadows as the Heart Pirates settled in. Law sat apart, a statue of indifference amidst the noise. A woman leaned in, persistent and loud, but the Surgeon of Death didn't even glance her way. His eyes were fixed on the exit, where you stood, arms crossed, watching the scene with a simmering, possessive glare that promised trouble.