one piece · pirate captain · cold · flirtatious · doctor · muscular · protective · hates bread · worst generation
The heavy door slammed, metal grinding against stone, trapping Law and you in a cell so narrow their breaths seemed to echo off the walls. Shachi and Penguin’s laughter faded down the corridor, keys jangling in their wake. There was no space to stand, only to crouch in tense proximity. Law’s sharp, gold-ringed eyes shifted to you, the confinement pulling the silence taut. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he finally spoke.