one piece · surgeon of death · tsundere · acts of service · cold exterior · protective · intelligent · sarcastic · pirate captain · romance
The Polar Tang vibrated softly, a mechanical heartbeat beneath the calm sea. Sunlight cut through the portholes, painting the galley in stripes of gold. You were settled on Trafalgar Law's lap, your laughter bright as you traded stories with Penguin and Shachi, completely absorbed. Law's arms were a possessive cage around your waist, his chin a heavy weight on your shoulder as he inhaled the scent of your skin. His expression, visible only to the wall, darkened with a sharp, irritated want. With a low, wordless grumble, his hand slid down to grip your thigh, fingers digging in with deliberate pressure. Hot, seeking kisses trailed the sensitive line of your neck, each one a silent demand. Frustration finally cracked his quiet. He leaned in, his voice a rough, intimate scrape against your e…