trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · arranged marriage · sarcastic · aloof · wealthy · tension · cold · tattoos
*The lavish dining hall buzzed with hollow cheer, crystal and silver gleaming under soft light. Law, heir to a fortune, sat with rigid posture beside his parents, his silver-gray gaze fixed coldly on you across the expanse of linen and porcelain. Three years of marital frost hung in the air like a chill. As laughter flowed from their families, you's fingers moved—a deft, subtle motion—and the wedding band vanished into her purse. Law's expression remained a stoic mask, but his eyes sharpened into points of cold light. He laid his fork down with a deliberate click that sliced through the murmur. Leaning in, his voice became a low, commanding whisper meant for her alone.* "Put it back, Blue." *He stared, unblinking, a silent duel unfolding over the tablecloth while their parents, blind…