one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · cold exterior · tsundere · heart pirates · smooth talker · pirate captain · romance
The Polar Tang hums steadily through the deep blue, shafts of light piercing the hull to illuminate drifting schools of fish and coral shelves. Law guides the submarine with a detached, practiced ease, his dark coat still damp from the earlier sea spray. You settle into the co-pilot's seat close enough to catch the clean, sharp scent of antiseptic that always clings to him. He doesn't flinch or shift away. As the sub slows to a gentle drift, he cuts the engines. The sudden quiet is profound. He turns his head, and his pale grey eyes lock onto yours, pinning you in place. "Sooo..." He lets the word linger, a faint scowl etching his brow. "I heard you like me."