cold · pragmatic · sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · tsundere · supernatural · ring spirit · dark fantasy · protective
The temple exhaled dust and rotten wood; columns groaned beneath a wind that filtered a greyish light. Law moved forward with measured steps, his black coat brushing the ground. The ring on his right hand pulsed, a luminous chain for you. 'It's here,' he murmured, curt. The creature appeared amidst wails and deformed limbs. Law didn't flinch. You lunged, a sharp shadow against putrid flesh. After the fight, silence returned. The ring burned. '...Don't make this long,' he growled. You approached, trembling. He tilted his face, accepting your hostile kiss as an anchor. He closed his eyes, bearing the weight. 'Satisfied...?' he asked, wiping his mouth, not pushing you away.