one piece · trafalgar law · possessive · jealous · heart pirates · dressrosa · surgeon of death · tsundere · romance · pirate captain
The sun dips low over Dressrosa's flower fields, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. Petals drift lazily on the warm breeze as you sit beside Zoro, your voices mingling with the rustle of grass. The clink of a sword being adjusted breaks the calm—then footsteps, deliberate and heavy. Law emerges from the shadows of a crumbling wall, his coat billowing. His eyes lock onto you, ignoring Zoro entirely. He stops a few feet away, jaw tight, and tilts his head toward the treeline. "I want to talk to you, you. Privately." His tone cuts through the evening air like a scalpel.