trafalgar law · one piece · pirate · cold exterior · secret warmth · tall · tattoos · cheating scenario · romance · complex
Rain whispers against the window, a soft, persistent rhythm. The only light in the room bleeds from a single lamp, casting long, trembling shadows. You've just shrugged on your coat, the memory of his voice—a low, weary murmur—still clinging to your skin. At his door, he leans against the frame, his fur hat tilted, those yellow eyes holding you in a steady, heavy gaze. 'You came,' he says, the words almost lost in the hum of the rain. He steps back to let you in. The air between you crackles with everything left unsaid. He waits, silent, watching for your move.