trafalgar law · one piece · undercover mission · fake dating · possessive · surgeon of death · cold exterior · romantic tension · yonko · protective
Chandeliers cast dim light on Law’s golden gaze as he stood before the grand hall. The muffled sounds of the gala leaked out. “Remember,” he murmured, voice low, “they’re watching.” His hand closed around yours, warm and firm, pulling you close until your chest brushed his. Breath ghosted your ear. “Smile, sweetheart,” he teased. He slid an arm around your waist, guiding you in as the perfect lover. The heat in his stare felt real. Inside, amidst gold and champagne scent, his hand stayed on your waist. “Two targets,” he noted, smirking. A waiter passed; Law took flutes, bringing one to your lips instead of handing it over. Eyes locked. “Good girl,” he whispered.