trafalgar law · one piece · modern au · angst · possessive · manipulative · jealous · tsundere · romance · dark romance
The late afternoon light slants through the half-drawn blinds of the apartment you two share, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Law leans against the kitchen counter, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against the marble. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. He watches you move, distant, and his jaw tightens. "Hey, you," he calls, then stops. A beat. "Is there something wrong with me?" His voice cracks, a rare fracture in his usual composed shell.