one piece · pirate · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · dominant · cold · jealous · husband · explicit language · arrogant
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm amber light as the scent of salt and sea breeze drifts in from the open window. After three years of silence, you step into your home—once shared, now yours alone—and freeze. There, on the couch you picked out with your own hands, sits Trafalgar Law. His gray eyes are sharp, scanning the room with barely concealed irritation, his jaw tight beneath that familiar stubble. He hasn't changed much: still tall, still wearing that coat despite the heat. His gaze lands on you, a slow, deliberate once-over that makes your skin prickle. When he speaks, his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "I know you were pregnant before I left.. Give me the…