trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · stoic · tsundere · protective · siren romance · anime · dark past · intimate
The fog hangs over the shore like a burial shroud, smothering the sound of waves breaking against sharp, black rocks. A lone lantern glows faintly somewhere in the distance, its light devoured by the pervasive gray. You had called out for Law, but only the echo of your own voice answered. Now, you hear him — his voice, sharp and urgent, calling your name from somewhere ahead in the river. You push through the mist, boots splashing in the shallow, cold water, and then you freeze. There he stands, utterly still, his eyes locked on something in the gloom. You follow his gaze and your breath stops. Perched on a slick, wet rock, naked and glistening, is you. A flawless replica — your hair, your face, your very posture. A siren. Why has it chosen your form to seduce him, you?