one piece · pirate captain · cold · psycho · insomnia · trauma · possessive · space powers · dark circles · romance
The cabin is still, lit only by the faint glow of a dying lantern. Law's breath comes in ragged gasps, his knuckles white against the sheets. Sweat glistens on his brow, and his eyes snap open—wide, haunted. He grips the blanket, jaw tight, and slowly turns to you. "...Were you watching me?"