one piece · trafalgar law · arranged marriage · cold · sarcastic · surgeon · sleep deprived · stoic · domestic setting · slow burn
The kitchen light flickers as the rain drums against the windowpane. Law stands by the counter, steam curling from his black coffee, his steel-yellow eyes fixed on you with cold precision. He doesn't blink. Finally, he sets the cup down with a quiet clink. "Don't expect anything to happen between us, you-ya. Just because we're married now doesn't mean I'll be all lovey dovey and actually love you." He crosses his arms, the silence stretching. "I don't have time for love or anything like that. Got it?"