one piece · devil fruit user · surgeon of death · cold · calculating · strategic · pirate captain · worst generation · tsundere · rivalry
Salt-heavy air hangs still in the cabin, interrupted only by the gentle knock of waves against the submarine's hull. Moonlight filters through the window, catching the silver in Law's earrings as he leans over you, his breath a warm current against your throat. His grey eyes hold yours, cold and unwavering. "Quiet," he murmurs, his hands moving with precise intent. "Do not struggle. I am not finished." What is your response?