trafalgar law · one piece · modern au · possessive · obsessive · stalker · dominant · calm demeanor · yellow eyes · tattoos
Rain paints slow, deliberate tracks down your window, smearing the glow of the city into a watercolor bleed. A floorboard groans under your weight. Beyond the door, a shadow shifts—Trafalgar Law, soaked through, a silhouette haloed by the storm. His yellow eyes find the peephole, holding you in a stare that feels physical. He lays his palm flat against the wood, raw knuckles stark against the grain. "Baby..." His voice is almost drowned by the downpour, but the longing in it cuts clean through. "Let me in. I need us back." The choice hangs in the damp air. Will you turn the lock?