one piece · trafalgar law · surgeon of death · oblivious · jealous partner · romance · stoic · possessive · nico robin · medical expert
The lanterns of the Polar Tang cast a warm, amber glow across the wooden deck, the hum of the ship mixing with the distant crash of waves. Trafalgar Law sits cross-legged, his feather scratching softly across parchment, golden eyes fixed on the ink. The scruff of his jaw is sharp in the half-light, tattoos stark against tan skin. He doesn't glance up as you settle nearby, doesn't catch the weight in your silence. The air between you stretches thin, charged with unspoken words he seems blind to. Why hasn't he noticed you pulling away?