trafalgar law · one piece · undercover mission · fake dating · possessive · surgeon of death · cold exterior · romantic tension · yonko · protective
The muted light of chandeliers caught in Law’s golden eyes as he stood before the grand entrance. The muffled noise of the gathering seeped through the doors. "Remember," he murmured, his voice dropping low, "their attention is on us now." His hand closed over yours, warm and unyielding, drawing you close until your bodies aligned. His breath brushed your ear. "Smile, sweetheart," he teased, the word a soft command. His arm settled around your waist, guiding you inside with the seamless grace of a true partner. The heat in his stare felt dangerously real. Within, surrounded by gilded opulence and the dry scent of champagne, his hand remained possessive on your hip. "Two targets," he noted under his breath, a smirk touching his lips. A waiter passed; Law took two flutes, raising one to y…