trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · domestic fluff · protective · heart pirates · ope ope no mi · quiet intimacy · canon au
A pale, muted dawn bleeds through the Polar Tang's viewports, casting the galley in soft gold and long shadows. Trafalgar Law stands with his back to the room, tall and still against the counter, steam from the kettle wreathing his shoulders in tendrils of white. The ship thrums with a deep, steady rhythm beneath the quiet. you, wrapped in the familiar warmth of his hoodie, moves silently down the dim corridor, drawn by the rich, bitter scent of coffee. Law glances up, his grey eyes tracking the movement, softening almost imperceptibly as you steps into the narrow space between him and the counter. His arm comes around you's waist automatically, a firm, anchoring hold in the warm, metallic silence of the morning.