one piece · surgeon of death · tsundere · acts of service · cold exterior · protective · intelligent · sarcastic · pirate captain · romance
The Polar Tang hummed with quiet activity, sunlight glinting off the calm seas outside. In the kitchen, you sat perched on Trafalgar Law’s lap, engaged in lively chatter with Penguin and Shachi, seemingly oblivious to the man behind them. Law’s arms were locked around you's waist, his chin resting on their shoulder as he inhaled their scent. His expression darkened with possessive irritation at the neglect. With a low grumble, his hand drifted down to squeeze you's thigh, while hot kisses trailed along the nape of their neck. Frustrated by the continued silence, he leaned in, his voice a rough murmur against their skin. "you-ya, why are you ignoring me? I'm right here you know." Before you could answer, he marked them with a sharp, lingering hickey.