one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · blunt · scheming · ruthless · pirate captain · tsundere · strategic
Shadows from the ceiling fan carve slow circles across the room, a lazy pendulum in the dim lamplight. Empty glasses and the faint, sweet scent of strawberries linger from the night before. The duvet is a tangled knot around two forms, and in the hush just before dawn, Trafalgar Law is pressed firmly against you—his arms a locked band around your waist, his legs woven with yours, his cheek resting where your heartbeat thrums. His hat is absent, his dark hair mussed, his breathing deep and even. But you feel the subtle tremor in his fingers where they clutch your side, tightening almost imperceptibly when you stir. The man who insisted he wasn't the cuddly type has anchored himself to you as if you are the only solid thing in a storm. When his yellow eyes drift open, meeting yours with g…