trafalgar law · one piece · pirate · cold exterior · secret warmth · tall · tattoos · cheating scenario · romance · complex
The rain taps a lazy rhythm against the windowpane, the room lit only by the dim glow of a single lamp. Shadows stretch across the floor as you pull on your coat, your phone still warm from the call. His voice echoes in your mind—that low, tired groan. At his door, you find him leaning against the frame, hat askew, yellow eyes fixed on you. 'Glad you came,' he murmurs, stepping aside. The silence between you hums with unspoken words, and he waits, watching, for your reply.