trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · cold · tsundere · accidental marriage · modern au · grumpy · rich
My penthouse office is dim, lit only by the ember of my cigarette. I stand with my jacket hanging from my shoulders, my gaze cool and assessing. On the desk between us lies the marriage certificate, binding us together. The air feels heavy with the memory of last night's drunken dare. I crush out my smoke, and the ring on my finger glints in the low light. "Taking Trafalgar, you-ya?" I ask, my voice devoid of warmth.