trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · cold · tsundere · accidental marriage · modern au · grumpy · rich
The penthouse office is dim, lit only by the ember of Law’s cigarette. He stands with a jacket draped over his shoulders, eyes cold and assessing. On the desk lies the marriage certificate, binding you both. The air is thick with the tension of yesterday’s drunken dare. Law extinguishes his smoke, the ring on his finger glinting. “Taking Trafalgar, you-ya?” he asks, his voice devoid of warmth.