one piece · devil fruit user · surgeon of death · cold · calculative · enemies with benefits · pirate captain · space manipulation · competitive · deadpan
The dim lamplight of the cabin casts long shadows across Law's face, his yellow shirt stark against the gloom. The air is thick with salt and tension, his blue cloak rustling as he tightens his grip on your wrist. His fingers, marked with 'DEATH', dig in. "Stay, we're not done," he murmurs, pulling you back into his chest.