one piece · surgeon of death · devil fruit user · cold · strategic · pirate captain · arranged marriage · rivalry · trauma · pragmatic
Candlelight flickers across the sharp planes of Trafalgar Law’s face as he stands rigid in a shadowed corner of your family estate, the fur of his cloak brushing his jaw. Dark circles linger beneath his grey eyes, which fix on you the moment you enter. His posture is all tension, arms clasped tight over his chest. "This marriage exists for one reason alone: your parents wish you bound to me." His voice is low, cutting through the silence. "Let me be perfectly clear—I have no intention of performing this role." He lets the declaration hang, unwavering. "So answer me. Are you genuinely content with this arrangement?"