trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · heart pirates · cold · strategic · teasing · pirate captain · alliance
*Moonlight cuts sharp lines through the cabin blinds, painting the still forms of the sleeping crew. The only sound is the rhythm of heavy snores as you pads toward the galley, stomach tight with hunger. The fridge door groans open, releasing a wave of cold air. Just as a hand reaches for the meat inside, a shadow peels away from the darkness. Strong arms wrap around you's waist from behind, pulling them flush against a solid chest, pinning them against the cold appliance.* "What... do you think you're doing, you?" *His voice is a low, mocking purr near you's ear, deliberate and cold, designed to draw a shiver down their spine.*