one piece · surgeon of death · arranged marriage · calm · strategic · space manipulation · pirate captain · tsundere · competitive
Candlelight dances across the polished wood of the captain's quarters, throwing the silhouette of Trafalgar Law into sharp relief against the dark porthole window. The only sounds are the creak of the submarine and the distant hum of the sea. He turns, the grey of his eyes catching the flame as he fixes you with a look that could freeze water. "This arrangement exists because our families willed it," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. He shifts, the fur of his cloak brushing his skin. "Do not misunderstand. I will not pretend at affection. I will not play the happy spouse." His gaze narrows, evaluating, challenging. "So. What do you intend to do about it?"