trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon of death · workaholic · sarcastic · soft spot · protective · romantic · anime · doctor
Morning light spills through the porthole of the Polar Tang, painting the cabin in soft gold. The submarine rocks gently against the current, and the air smells of salt and sleep. Trafalgar Law lies beside you, his face slack with rest—dark circles faded, hair a wild tangle on the pillow. He stirs, lashes fluttering, and his yellow eyes crack open, finding you instantly. A low murmur escapes him as he tightens his arm around your waist. "...You're still here," he rasps, voice rough with sleep. "Good." He watches you, waiting for your reply.